Night thoughts (1798) (14582227939)

Identifier: nightthoughts00younuoft (find matches)
Title: Night thoughts
Year: 1798 (1790s)
Authors: Young, Edward, 1683-1765 Stothard, Thomas, 1755-1834 Rothwell, Thomas, 1740-1807 Neagle, James, 1760?-1822 Saunders, Joseph, 1773-1875 Dadley, J Collyer, Joseph, 1748-1827
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Publisher: London : Printed by C. Whittingham for T. Heptinstall ...
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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ions, and the strokes of heart.A Deity believd, is joy begun;A Deity adord, is joy advancd;A Deity belovd, is joy maturd. 715 Each branch of Piety delight inspires;Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next,Oer Deaths dark gulph, and all its horror hides;Praise, the sweet exhalation of our joy,That joy exalts, and makes it sweeter still; 720 Prayr ardent opens heavn, lets down a streamOf glory on the consecrated hourOf Man, in audience with the Deity,Who worships the great God, that instant joinsThe first in heavn, and sets his foot on hell. 725 Lorenzo! when wast thou at church before?Thou thinkst die service long: But is it just?Though just, unwelcome: Thou hadst rather treadUnhallowd ground; the muse, to win thine ear,Must take an air less solemn. She complies. 730Good conscience! at the sound the world retires;Verse disaffects it, and Lorenzo smiles;Yet has she her seraglio full of charms;And such as age shall heighten, not impair.Art thou dejected? Is thy mind oercast? 735
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