The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added, a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job..
A. Millar and T. Cadell, ... and J. Dodsley, 1768 - 315 страница
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Ambition Angels beneath bids Bliſs Cauſe Creation dark Darkneſs Death deep Deity Divine dreadful Duft Earth Eternity ev'ry fair fall Fate Fear feel Field Fire firſt Flame Fool Friend ftill future give Glory Grave Guilt Hand Happineſs hear Heart Heav'n Hope Hour human Immortal kind leave leſs Light live look Lorenzo Love Man's Mankind mean Mind mortal moſt muſt Name Nature Nature's never Night o'er once Pain Peace Pleaſure Point poor Pow'r Power Praiſe Pride proud Reaſon rich Right riſe round Scene ſee Senſe ſet ſhall ſhines ſhould Sight Skies ſome Song Soul Sphere Spirit Stars ſtill ſtrange ſuch thee Theme theſe Thine Things thoſe thou Thought thro Throne Triumph true Truth turn Virtue Want whole whoſe Wing Wiſdom wiſe wiſh Wonder World wretched
Страница 20 - Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ask death-beds ; they can tell.
Страница 7 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. 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 despatch : 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 fathomless abyss, A dread eternity ! how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the...
Страница 16 - 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 215 - While party-colour'd shreds of happiness, With hideous gaps between, patch up for them A madman's robe; each puff of fortune blows The tatters by, and shows their nakedness.
Страница 70 - Religion's All. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next...
Страница 40 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good!
Страница 17 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.
Страница 5 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes: Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Страница 172 - Who would not give a trifle to prevent What he would give a thousand worlds to cure ? Lorenzo ! thou hast seen (if thine to see) All Nature and her GOD (by Nature's course, And Nature's course controll'd) declare for me. The skies above proclaim ' immortal man !' And ' man immortal !