The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality..A. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 404 страница |
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... give it then a Tongue , Is wife in Man . As if an Angel fpoke , I feel the folemn 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 Difpatch ...
... give it then a Tongue , Is wife in Man . As if an Angel fpoke , I feel the folemn 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 Difpatch ...
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... Give , and reduce Surfeit's Dominion o'er you ; but fo great Your Impudence , you blush at what is Right ! Happy ! did Sorrow feize en fuch alone . Not Prudence can defend , or Virtue save ; Disease invades the chafteft Temperance ; And ...
... Give , and reduce Surfeit's Dominion o'er you ; but fo great Your Impudence , you blush at what is Right ! Happy ! did Sorrow feize en fuch alone . Not Prudence can defend , or Virtue save ; Disease invades the chafteft Temperance ; And ...
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... give Swoln Thought a fecond Chanel ; who divide , They weaken too , the Torrent of their Grief . Take then , O World ! thy much - indebted Tear How fad a Sight is human Happiness , To those whofe Thought can pierce beyond an Hour ! O ...
... give Swoln Thought a fecond Chanel ; who divide , They weaken too , the Torrent of their Grief . Take then , O World ! thy much - indebted Tear How fad a Sight is human Happiness , To those whofe Thought can pierce beyond an Hour ! O ...
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... give it vent , The longest Night , tho ' longer far , would fail , And the Lark listen to my Midnight Song . The spritely Lark's fhrill Matin wakes the Morn ; Grief's fharpest Thorn hard - preffing on my Breast , I ftrive , with wakeful ...
... give it vent , The longest Night , tho ' longer far , would fail , And the Lark listen to my Midnight Song . The spritely Lark's fhrill Matin wakes the Morn ; Grief's fharpest Thorn hard - preffing on my Breast , I ftrive , with wakeful ...
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... give ; Pregnant with all , that makes Arch - angels smile . Who murders Time , He crushes in the Birth A Pow'r etherial , only not ador'd . Ah ! how unjust to Nature , and Himself , Is thoughtless , thankless , inconfiftent Man ! Like ...
... give ; Pregnant with all , that makes Arch - angels smile . Who murders Time , He crushes in the Birth A Pow'r etherial , only not ador'd . Ah ! how unjust to Nature , and Himself , Is thoughtless , thankless , inconfiftent Man ! Like ...
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Æther againſt Ambition Angels art thou Becauſe beneath Bleffing bleft Blifs Bliſs Bofom boundleſs Breaſt Caufe Cauſe dark Darkneſs Death defcend DEITY diftant divine Doft dreadful Duft Earth endleſs Eternity ev'ry facred fafe Fame Fate feems feen fhall fhines fhould fink firſt Flame fleeps foar foft fome Fool foon Friend ftill ftrange fuch fure Glory Grave Guilt Happineſs Heart Heav'n Himſelf Hope human illuftrious Immortal juft laft lefs Life's loft LORENZO Love Luftre Man's Mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er Night nought Numbers o'er Paffion paft Pain Peace Pleaſure Pow'r Praife Praiſe prefent Pride proud Reafon rife riſe Scene Senfe ſhall Skies Song Soul ſpeak Stars ſtill ſtrike ſtrong thee Thefe Theme Themſelves theſe Thine thofe thoſe Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph Truth vaft Virtue whofe Wife Wing Wiſdom Wiſh Worfe World wretched
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Страница 20 - 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 7 - The bell strikes one. 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.
Страница 10 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Страница 20 - 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 73 - Pursuing, and pursued, each other's prey ; As wolves, for rapine; as the fox, for wiles ; Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in " Here he lies :" And dust " to dust
Страница 165 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Страница 91 - ... ?—Thou, my all! My theme, my inspiration, and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth !—my world ! My light in darkness! and my life in death ! My boast through time!
Страница 40 - Teaching, we learn; and, giving, we retain The births of intellect ; when dumb, forgot Speech ventilates our intellectual fire ; Speech burnishes our mental magazine , Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
Страница 79 - The prisoner of amaze ! — in his blest life I see the path, and in his death the price, And in his great ascent the proof supreme Of immortality.
Страница 128 - While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun ; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.