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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... must , And foon ; We may , within an age , expire . Tho ' grey our heads , our thoughts and aims are green ; " Like damag'd clocks , whose hand and bell diffent ; Folly fings Six , while nature points at Twelve . Abfurd longevity ! More ...
... must , And foon ; We may , within an age , expire . Tho ' grey our heads , our thoughts and aims are green ; " Like damag'd clocks , whose hand and bell diffent ; Folly fings Six , while nature points at Twelve . Abfurd longevity ! More ...
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... must fail fo foon ; And put good - works on board ; and wait the wind That shortly blows us into worlds unknown ; If unconfider'd too , a dreadful fcene ! G 2 All 11 All should be prophets to themselves ; foresee Their future The ...
... must fail fo foon ; And put good - works on board ; and wait the wind That shortly blows us into worlds unknown ; If unconfider'd too , a dreadful fcene ! G 2 All 11 All should be prophets to themselves ; foresee Their future The ...
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... must , let that death turn us pale , Which murders ftrength and ardor ; what remains Should rather call on death , than dread his call . Ye partners of my fault , and my decline ! Thoughtless of death , but when your neighbour's knell ...
... must , let that death turn us pale , Which murders ftrength and ardor ; what remains Should rather call on death , than dread his call . Ye partners of my fault , and my decline ! Thoughtless of death , but when your neighbour's knell ...
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... must for ever be indifputable . And of confequence no man can be betrayed into a dispute of that nature by vanity ; which has a principal share in ani- mating our modern combatants against other articles of our Belief . HE * ( for I ...
... must for ever be indifputable . And of confequence no man can be betrayed into a dispute of that nature by vanity ; which has a principal share in ani- mating our modern combatants against other articles of our Belief . HE * ( for I ...
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... must die , Nor reach , what reach he might , why die in dread ? Why curft with forefight ? Wife to mifery ? Why of his proud prerogative the prey ? Why lefs pre - eminent in rank , than pain ? His immortality alone can tell ; -Full ...
... must die , Nor reach , what reach he might , why die in dread ? Why curft with forefight ? Wife to mifery ? Why of his proud prerogative the prey ? Why lefs pre - eminent in rank , than pain ? His immortality alone can tell ; -Full ...
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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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