The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Prefixed the Life of the AuthorParker amd Bliss, 1812 - 273 страница |
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... heart , and paint , in the strongest colours , the vanity of life , with all its fading honours and emoluments , the benefits of true piety , especially in the views of death , and the most unanfwerable arguments in fupport of the ...
... heart , and paint , in the strongest colours , the vanity of life , with all its fading honours and emoluments , the benefits of true piety , especially in the views of death , and the most unanfwerable arguments in fupport of the ...
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... heart encrusted by the world ! O how felf - fetter'd 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 ...
... heart encrusted by the world ! O how felf - fetter'd 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 ...
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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 shines ; 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 shines ; 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 its luftre but for me , The fingle man ? are angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : ' tis the common lot ; In this shape , or in that , has fate entail'd The ...
... heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun its luftre but for me , The fingle man ? are angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : ' tis the common lot ; In this shape , or in that , has fate entail'd The ...
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... heart deferves the pain it feels . More generous forrow , while it finks , exalts ; And confcious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue , more than prudence , bids me give Swoln thought a fecond channel ; who divide , They weaken too ...
... heart deferves the pain it feels . More generous forrow , while it finks , exalts ; And confcious virtue mitigates the pang . Nor virtue , more than prudence , bids me give Swoln thought a fecond channel ; who divide , They weaken too ...
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Страница 22 - 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 13 - I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea. of dreams Tumultuous; where my wreck'd, desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied misery At random drove, her helm of reason lost.
Страница 23 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Страница 178 - Ocean ! thou dreadful and tumultuous home Of dangers, at eternal war with man ! Death's capital, where most he domineers...
Страница 23 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Страница 18 - More mortal than the common births of fate. Each Moment has its sickle, emulous, Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss.
Страница 14 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death, And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason; my best will...
Страница 37 - To gentle life's descent We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain. We take fair days in winter, for the spring; And turn our blessings into bane.
Страница 73 - Though yet unsung, as deem'd, perhaps, too bold ? Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad, High o'er celestial mountains wing'd in flight ; And men are angels, loaded for an hour, Who wade this miry vale, and climb with pain, And slippery step, the bottom of the steep.
Страница 21 - Is heaven tremendous in its frowns ? Most sure; And in its favours formidable too: Its favours here are trials, not rewards; A call to duty, not discharge from care ; And should alarm us full as much as woes...