The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Том 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , B 3 How How complicate , how wonderful , is man ? How On Life , Death , and ...
... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , B 3 How How complicate , how wonderful , is man ? How On Life , Death , and ...
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... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof ...
... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preserve my life ! or what destroy ! An angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof ...
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... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the fhaft , no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So So dies in human hearts the ...
... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the fhaft , no trace is found . As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So So dies in human hearts the ...
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... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of abfurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leisure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
... dread ; death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of abfurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leisure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
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... DREAD SIRE , on emanation bent , And big with nature , rifing in his might , Call'd forth creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead ftreaming thro ' a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From ...
... DREAD SIRE , on emanation bent , And big with nature , rifing in his might , Call'd forth creation ( for then Time was born ) , By Godhead ftreaming thro ' a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms , from the great days of heaven , From ...
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againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs caufe cauſe chimæras dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fink fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftorm ftrange ftrike fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human illuftrious infidel itſelf juft lefs life's loft LORENZO 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 ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſpeaks ſphere ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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Страница 19 - 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.
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Страница 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
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