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 R. and J. Dodsley, 1756 - 418 страница |
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... Bliss . Yes , infinite Indulgence plann'd it fo ; Thro ' various . Parts our glorious Story runs ; Time gives the Preface , endless Age unrolls The Volume ( ne'er unroll'd ! ) of human Fate . * This , Earth and Skies already have ...
... Bliss . Yes , infinite Indulgence plann'd it fo ; Thro ' various . Parts our glorious Story runs ; Time gives the Preface , endless Age unrolls The Volume ( ne'er unroll'd ! ) of human Fate . * This , Earth and Skies already have ...
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... Bliss ; it breaks at ev'ry Breeze . Oye blefs'd Scenes of permanent Delight ! Full , above Measure ! lafting , beyond Bound ! A Perpetuity of Blifs is Blifs . Could you , fo rich in Rapture , fear an End , That ghaftly Thought would ...
... Bliss ; it breaks at ev'ry Breeze . Oye blefs'd Scenes of permanent Delight ! Full , above Measure ! lafting , beyond Bound ! A Perpetuity of Blifs is Blifs . Could you , fo rich in Rapture , fear an End , That ghaftly Thought would ...
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... Bliss . Blifs ! fublunary Blifs ! -Proud Words , and vain ! Implicit Treafon to divine Decree ! A bold Invasion of the Rights of Heav'n ! I clafp'd the Phantoms ,, and I found them Air . O had I weigh'd it ere my fond Embrace ! What ...
... Bliss . Blifs ! fublunary Blifs ! -Proud Words , and vain ! Implicit Treafon to divine Decree ! A bold Invasion of the Rights of Heav'n ! I clafp'd the Phantoms ,, and I found them Air . O had I weigh'd it ere my fond Embrace ! What ...
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... Bliss . What need I more ? O Death , the Palm is thine . Then welcome , Death ! thy dreaded Harbingers , Age , and Difeafe ; Difeafe , tho ' long my Gueft ; That plucks my Nerves , those tender Strings of Life ; Which , pluckt a little ...
... Bliss . What need I more ? O Death , the Palm is thine . Then welcome , Death ! thy dreaded Harbingers , Age , and Difeafe ; Difeafe , tho ' long my Gueft ; That plucks my Nerves , those tender Strings of Life ; Which , pluckt a little ...
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... Bliss thro ' Eternity ! Eternity too fhort to speak thy Praife ! Or fathom thy Profound of Love to Man ! To Man of Men the meaneft , ev'n to me ; My Sacrifice ! my God ! -what Things are these ! What then art THOU ? by what Name fhail I ...
... Bliss thro ' Eternity ! Eternity too fhort to speak thy Praife ! Or fathom thy Profound of Love to Man ! To Man of Men the meaneft , ev'n to me ; My Sacrifice ! my God ! -what Things are these ! What then art THOU ? by what Name fhail I ...
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Æther againſt Ambition Angels art thou Becauſe beneath Bleffing bleft Blifs Bliſs Bofom Book of Job boundleſs Breaſt Caufe Cauſe Chimæras dark Darkneſs Death defcend DEITY diftant divine Doft dreadful Duft Earth endleſs Eternity Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe Fame Fate feen fhall fhines fhould fink firſt fleeps fmile foft fome Fool foon Friend ftill fuch fure Glory Grave Guilt Happineſs Heart Heav'n himſelf Hour human illuftrious Immortal juft lefs Life's loft LORENZO Love Luftre Man's Mankind moft mortal moſt muſt Nature Nature's ne'er Night nought Numbers o'er Paffions paft Pain Peace Pleaſure Pow'r Praife Praiſe prefent Pride proud Reafon Reft rife Scene Senfe Senſe ſhall Skies Song Soul ſpeak Stars ſtill ſtrange ſtrikes thee Thefe Theme themſelves theſe Thine thofe thoſe Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph Truth vaft Virtue whofe Wife Wing Wiſdom Wiſh World wretched
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Страница 64 - What is this life ? How few their fav'rite know ! Fond in the dark, and blind in our embrace, By passionately loving life, we make Lov'd life unlovely; hugging her to death. We give to Time Eternity's regard; And, dreaming, take our passage for our port. Life has no value as an end, but means; An end deplorable ! a means divine ! When 'tis our all, 'tis nothing ; worse than...
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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.
Страница 51 - 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 71 - These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Страница 100 - Talk they of morals? O thou bleeding Love! Thou Maker of new morals to mankind! The grand morality is love of Thee.