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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... Song ; Teach my best Reason , Reason ; my best Will Teach Rectitude ; and fix my firm Resolve Wisdom to wed , and pay her long Arrear : Nor let the Phial of thy Vengeance , pour'd On this devoted Head , be pour'd in vain . The Bell ...
... Song ; Teach my best Reason , Reason ; my best Will Teach Rectitude ; and fix my firm Resolve Wisdom to wed , and pay her long Arrear : Nor let the Phial of thy Vengeance , pour'd On this devoted Head , be pour'd in vain . The Bell ...
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... Song . | The fpritely Lark's fhrill Matin wakes the Morn ; Grief's fharpeft Thorn hard preffing on my Breast , I strive , with wakeful Melody , to chear The fullen Gloom , fweet Philomel ! like Thee , And call the Stars to liften : Ev ...
... Song . | The fpritely Lark's fhrill Matin wakes the Morn ; Grief's fharpeft Thorn hard preffing on my Breast , I strive , with wakeful Melody , to chear The fullen Gloom , fweet Philomel ! like Thee , And call the Stars to liften : Ev ...
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... Song beyond the Bounds of Life ! What , now , but Immortality can please ? O had He prefs'd his Theme , purfu'd the Track , Which opens out of Darkness into Day ! O had he mounted on his Wing of Fire , Soar'd , where I fink , and fung ...
... Song beyond the Bounds of Life ! What , now , but Immortality can please ? O had He prefs'd his Theme , purfu'd the Track , Which opens out of Darkness into Day ! O had he mounted on his Wing of Fire , Soar'd , where I fink , and fung ...
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... Song is mortal , past thy Cure . Accept the Will ; -That dies not with my Strain , For what calls thy Difeafe , LORENZO ? Not For Efculapian , but for Moral Aid . Thou think'ft it Folly to be wife too foon . Youth is not rich in Time ...
... Song is mortal , past thy Cure . Accept the Will ; -That dies not with my Strain , For what calls thy Difeafe , LORENZO ? Not For Efculapian , but for Moral Aid . Thou think'ft it Folly to be wife too foon . Youth is not rich in Time ...
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... Song , And Robes , and Notions , fram'd in foreign Looms ! O ye LORENZOs of our Age ! who deem One Moment unamus'd , a Mifery Not made for feeble Man ! who call aloud For ev'ry Bawble , drivel'd o'er by Sense ; For For Rattles , and ...
... Song , And Robes , and Notions , fram'd in foreign Looms ! O ye LORENZOs of our Age ! who deem One Moment unamus'd , a Mifery Not made for feeble Man ! who call aloud For ev'ry Bawble , drivel'd o'er by Sense ; For For Rattles , and ...
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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 18 - 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.
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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.