The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added, a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job..Printed in the year, 1771 - 263 страница |
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... dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor lift'ning ear an object finds : Creation fleeps . ' Tis as the general pulfe Of life food ftill , and nature made a pause ; An aweful paufe ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophefy ...
... dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor lift'ning ear an object finds : Creation fleeps . ' Tis as the general pulfe Of life food ftill , and nature made a pause ; An aweful paufe ! prophetic of her end . And let her prophefy ...
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... dead . This is the defart , This the folitude : How populous ! how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funeral , the fad Cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
... dead . This is the defart , This the folitude : How populous ! how vital , is the grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funeral , the fad Cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is ...
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... dead ? or fad admiffion there ? 1 Fortune's lap high - fed , of charity ? icit it in vain ! afures ! fince in pains I vifits , vifit Here , ar debauch : Give , and reduce er you : but fo great u blush at what is right ! w feize on Such ...
... dead ? or fad admiffion there ? 1 Fortune's lap high - fed , of charity ? icit it in vain ! afures ! fince in pains I vifits , vifit Here , ar debauch : Give , and reduce er you : but fo great u blush at what is right ! w feize on Such ...
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... dead ? Full , ware menfure affire recoË KONS A Perpetuity of bits , tik Could pro , to rich in rapture , Tax gladly daught wraskt trom And gaire unparalife he read The baleful intence of whale Sely fat rufirate on all Ferr Fee eens with ...
... dead ? Full , ware menfure affire recoË KONS A Perpetuity of bits , tik Could pro , to rich in rapture , Tax gladly daught wraskt trom And gaire unparalife he read The baleful intence of whale Sely fat rufirate on all Ferr Fee eens with ...
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... dead ? What numbers groan for fad admiffion there ? What numbers , once in Fortune's lap high - fed , Sollicit the cold hand of charity ? To fhock us more , follicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasures ! fince in pains You rue more ...
... dead ? What numbers groan for fad admiffion there ? What numbers , once in Fortune's lap high - fed , Sollicit the cold hand of charity ? To fhock us more , follicit it in vain ! Ye filken fons of pleasures ! fince in pains You rue more ...
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æther againſt Ambition angels art thou becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs boaft bofom Book of JOB boundleſs caufe dark darkneſs death defcend DEITY deſpair diftant divine doft dread duft e'er earth eternal ev'ry facred fame fate fcene feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fink firft fkies flame fleeps fmile foar fome fong fons fool foon foul immortal fpirit ftars ftill ftrange ftrike fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hour human juft laft lefs life's Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Paffion paft pain peace Pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud Reafon rife ſcene Senfe ſhall ſkies ſphere thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne triumph truth vaft virtue wafte whofe wife wing Wiſdom wretched
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Страница 7 - ... 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 20 - Nature, in zeal for human amity, Denies or damps an undivided joy. Joy is an import; joy is an exchange; Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two: Rich fruit!
Страница 68 - Our life, tho' still more rapid in its flow, Nor mark the much irrevocably laps'd, And mingled with the sea.
Страница 2 - Death ! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines, And one day thou shalt pluck him from his sphere...
Страница 17 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Страница 45 - He rose! he rose! he burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of Glory to come in. Who is the King of Glory ? he who left His throne of glory for the pang of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates!
Страница 2 - tis the common lot: In this shape or in that has Fate entail'd The mother's throes on all of woman born, Not more the children than sure heirs of pain.
Страница 19 - 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.