...woutd lose, Though. full of pain, this inteltectual being, Those thoughts that wander through etenuty! To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide...womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion V Byron, in one of his gloomy moods, agrees with Moloch : " Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen...

...drinking. 236. The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. 239. Who would lose, though full of pain, this intellectual...being, those thoughts that wander through eternity ? 240. Others apart, sat on a hill retired, in thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high, of providence,...

...exasperate The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us; that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure ! for who would lose, Though...thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather , swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? and who knows,...

...exasperate The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us ; that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure! for who would lose, Though...thoughts that wander through eternity., To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,...

...exasperate The Almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end »s ; that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure ! for who would lose, Though...thoughts that wander through: eternity, To perish rather , swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion? and who knows,...

...exasperate 25 Th' almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us, that must be our cure, To be no more : sad cure ; for who would lose, Though...being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, 30 To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and...

...exasperate Th' almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us, that must be our cure, 145 To be no more : sad cure ; for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, 131 bordering deep] See Wither's Campo Musge, p. 25. ' And to possess the bordering hills.' 1«* our...

...pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? And who knows, Let this be good, whether our angry Foe Can give it, or will ever ? how he can, Is...

...Paradue Loti. Food alike those pure Intelligential substances require, As doth your rational. !<<• Who would lose. Though full of pain, this intellectual...lost. In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of cense and motion 1 '"'• How fully haut thou satisfied me, pure Intelligence of heaven, angel ! Id....

...those resources for any rational enjoyment which they were capable of affording. Then Who would lore, Though full of pain, this intellectual being— Those...womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? The sister arts of music and poetry were no doubt among the first, if they were not the very first,...