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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... feel the folemn found . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed hours ; Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood : It is the Signal that demands dispatch ; How inuch is to be done ? my hopes and fears Start up alarm'd ...
... feel the folemn found . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed hours ; Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood : It is the Signal that demands dispatch ; How inuch is to be done ? my hopes and fears Start up alarm'd ...
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... Feel his error , if unfeen ; And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure : Not , blundering , fplit on idlenefs , for ease . Lie's cares are comforts ; fuch by heaven defign'd ; He that has none , muft make them , or be wretched . Cares ...
... Feel his error , if unfeen ; And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure : Not , blundering , fplit on idlenefs , for ease . Lie's cares are comforts ; fuch by heaven defign'd ; He that has none , muft make them , or be wretched . Cares ...
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... Feel , He fearce believes he's older for his years . Thus , at life's latest eve , we keep in store One difappointment fure , to crown the reft ; The difappointment of a promis'd hour . On THIS , or fimilar , Philader ! thou Whofe mind ...
... Feel , He fearce believes he's older for his years . Thus , at life's latest eve , we keep in store One difappointment fure , to crown the reft ; The difappointment of a promis'd hour . On THIS , or fimilar , Philader ! thou Whofe mind ...
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... feel more : paft ills , Narciffa ! Are funk in thee , thou recent wound of heart ! Which bleeds with other cares , with other pangs ; Pangs num'rous , as the num'rous ills that fwarm'd O'er thy diftinguisht fate , and cluft'ring there ...
... feel more : paft ills , Narciffa ! Are funk in thee , thou recent wound of heart ! Which bleeds with other cares , with other pangs ; Pangs num'rous , as the num'rous ills that fwarm'd O'er thy diftinguisht fate , and cluft'ring there ...
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... feel ; LIFE , ills fbftantial , Wisdom cannot fhun . 3s not the mighty MIND , that fon of heaven ! By tyranc LIFE dethron'd , imprison'd , pain'd ! By DEATH enlarg'd , ennobl'd , deify'd ? DEATH but entombs the body ; LIFE the foul . IS ...
... feel ; LIFE , ills fbftantial , Wisdom cannot fhun . 3s not the mighty MIND , that fon of heaven ! By tyranc LIFE dethron'd , imprison'd , pain'd ! By DEATH enlarg'd , ennobl'd , deify'd ? DEATH but entombs the body ; LIFE the foul . IS ...
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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.