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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... dare deny ? If Nature's Arguments appear too weak , Turn a new Leaf , and ftronger read in Man . If Man fleeps on , untaught by what he fees , * Night the Sixth . Can PREFACE . ' S the Occafion of this Poem was 186 The COMPLAINT . Night 7 .
... dare deny ? If Nature's Arguments appear too weak , Turn a new Leaf , and ftronger read in Man . If Man fleeps on , untaught by what he fees , * Night the Sixth . Can PREFACE . ' S the Occafion of this Poem was 186 The COMPLAINT . Night 7 .
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... turns , And his Guard falling , crushes him to Death . Not Happiness itself makes good her Name ; Our very Wishes give us not our Wish . How diftant oft the Thing we doat on most , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The fmootheft ...
... turns , And his Guard falling , crushes him to Death . Not Happiness itself makes good her Name ; Our very Wishes give us not our Wish . How diftant oft the Thing we doat on most , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The fmootheft ...
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... turns , Oft , the first Inftant its Idea fair i . To labouring Thought is born . How dim our Eye ! The prefent Moment terminates our Sight ; Clouds , thick as thofe on Doomsday , drown the next 、 We penetrate , we prophefy in vain ...
... turns , Oft , the first Inftant its Idea fair i . To labouring Thought is born . How dim our Eye ! The prefent Moment terminates our Sight ; Clouds , thick as thofe on Doomsday , drown the next 、 We penetrate , we prophefy in vain ...
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... other Themes I'll dwell LORENZO ! let me turn my Thoughts on Thee , And Thine , on Themes may profit ; profit there , Where moft thy Need . Themes , too , the genuine Growth Of Of dear PHILANDER's Duft . He , thus , tho.
... other Themes I'll dwell LORENZO ! let me turn my Thoughts on Thee , And Thine , on Themes may profit ; profit there , Where moft thy Need . Themes , too , the genuine Growth Of Of dear PHILANDER's Duft . He , thus , tho.
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... turning all to Gold ; This , the good Heart's Prerogative to raise A royal Tribute , from the poorest Hours . Immenfe Revenue ! ev'ry Moment Pays , If nothing more than Purpofe in thy Power ; Thy Purpose firm , is equal to the Deed ...
... turning all to Gold ; This , the good Heart's Prerogative to raise A royal Tribute , from the poorest Hours . Immenfe Revenue ! ev'ry Moment Pays , If nothing more than Purpofe in thy Power ; Thy Purpose firm , is equal to the Deed ...
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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 3 - 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 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.
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...
Страница 91 - 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 93 - ... ?—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 101 - Till one calls him, who varies not his call, " But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound, " Till nature dies, and judgment sets him free; " A freedom far less welcome than his chain...
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.