The Complaint, Or Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: Also, The Consolation; Night 9th and Last With the Life of the AuthorRice, 1800 |
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... heart , and paint in the ftrongest colours , the vanity of life , with all its fading honours and emoluments , the be- * The Night Thoughts undoubtedly have their defects , as well as beauties ; but ' tis generally allowed the latter ...
... heart , and paint in the ftrongest colours , the vanity of life , with all its fading honours and emoluments , the be- * The Night Thoughts undoubtedly have their defects , as well as beauties ; but ' tis generally allowed the latter ...
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... heart incrufted by the world ! O how felf - fettered was my groveling foul ! How , like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In filken thought , which reptile Fancy fpun , Till darken'd Reafon lay quite clouded o'er With foft conceit of ...
... heart incrufted by the world ! O how felf - fettered was my groveling foul ! How , like a worm , was I wrapt round and round In filken thought , which reptile Fancy fpun , Till darken'd Reafon lay quite clouded o'er With foft conceit of ...
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... heart ! Death ! great proprietor of all , ' tis thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The fun himself by thy permiffion fhines ; And , one day , thou fhalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid fuch mighty plunder , why ...
... heart ! Death ! great proprietor of all , ' tis thine To tread out empire , and to quench the stars . The fun himself by thy permiffion fhines ; And , one day , thou fhalt pluck him from his sphere . Amid fuch mighty plunder , why ...
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... heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? → Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , The fingle man ? are angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : " Tis the common lot : In this fhape , or in that , has fate entail'd The ...
... heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? → Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , The fingle man ? are angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : " Tis the common lot : In this fhape , or in that , has fate entail'd The ...
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... I , who forrow for myself ? age , in infancy , from others aid In Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind ; That Nature's firft , laft leffon to mankind . The selfish heart deferves the pain it feels ; More 8 NIGHT I. THE COMPLAINT .
... I , who forrow for myself ? age , in infancy , from others aid In Is all our hope ; to teach us to be kind ; That Nature's firft , laft leffon to mankind . The selfish heart deferves the pain it feels ; More 8 NIGHT I. THE COMPLAINT .
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æther ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs bofom boundleſs breaft caufe cauſe dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhocking fhould figh fight fing firft fkies fleeps fmile foar foft fome fong fons fool foon foul fpirit ftars ftill ftorm ftrike ftrong fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart Heav'n himſelf hour human illuftrious immortal juft laft lefs life's loft LORENZO luftre man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud Reafon rife ſcene ſhall ſkies ſphere ſtars ſtill thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne truth univerfal vaft virtue whofe wifdom wife wing worfe wretched
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Страница 12 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
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Страница 209 - Vain hope ! it is too late! Where, where, for shelter, shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale ? Great day ! for which all other days were made ; For which earth rose from chaos, man from earth ; And an eternity, the date of gods, Descended on poor earth-created man ! Great day of dread, decision, and despair!
Страница 52 - And soon as man, expert from time, has found The key of life, it opes the gates of death.
Страница 52 - Pursuing, and pursued, each other's prey ; As wolves, for rapine; as the fox, for wiles ; Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in " Here he lies :" And dust " to dust
Страница 110 - Tis a proud mendicant: it boasts and begs; It begs an alms of homage from the throng, And oft the throng denies its charity.
Страница 69 - Talk they of morals ! O thou bleeding Love ! Thou maker of new morals to mankind ! The grand morality is love of Thee.
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