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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... hours in a day walking along the tombs in his own church - yard ; His converfation as well as writings , had all a reference to a future life ; and this turn of mind mixed itself even with his improvements in gardening : He had , for ...
... hours in a day walking along the tombs in his own church - yard ; His converfation as well as writings , had all a reference to a future life ; and this turn of mind mixed itself even with his improvements in gardening : He had , for ...
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... hours , Where are they ; with the years beyond the food . It is the signal that demands difpatch , How much is to be done ! my hopes and fears Start up alarm'd , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down -on what ? a fathomlefs abyfs ; A ...
... hours , Where are they ; with the years beyond the food . It is the signal that demands difpatch , How much is to be done ! my hopes and fears Start up alarm'd , and o'er life's narrow verge Look down -on what ? a fathomlefs abyfs ; A ...
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... hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how auguft , How complicate , how wonderful is man ? How paffing wonder HE , who made him fuch ! Who center'd in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures , marvellously mixt ...
... hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how auguft , How complicate , how wonderful is man ? How paffing wonder HE , who made him fuch ! Who center'd in our make such strange extremes ! From different natures , marvellously mixt ...
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... hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate .. Each moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays , His ...
... hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate .. Each moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays , His ...
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... hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know thou wouldft ; thy pride demands it from me , Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend ...
... hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whose heart exults ! Wouldst thou I should congratulate thy fate ? I know thou wouldft ; thy pride demands it from me , Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend ...
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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 11 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
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.
Страница 119 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
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.
Страница 185 - Each branch of piety delight inspires ; Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...
Страница 199 - To know the world, not love her, is thy point ; She gives but little, nor that little, long. There is, I grant, a triumph of the...