The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of JobR. Chapman and A. Duncan, 1775 - 388 páginas |
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... reason loft : Tho ' now reftor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) feverer for fevere . The day too fhort for my diftrefs ! and night , Even in the zenith of her dark domain , Is funshine , to the colour of my fate ...
... reason loft : Tho ' now reftor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter change ! ) feverer for fevere . The day too fhort for my diftrefs ! and night , Even in the zenith of her dark domain , Is funshine , to the colour of my fate ...
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... reason shines . Reafon fhould judge in all ; in reason's eye , That fedentary shadow travels hard . But fuch our gravitation to the wrong , So prone our hearts to whifper what we wish , ' Tis later with the wife , than he's aware : A ...
... reason shines . Reafon fhould judge in all ; in reason's eye , That fedentary shadow travels hard . But fuch our gravitation to the wrong , So prone our hearts to whifper what we wish , ' Tis later with the wife , than he's aware : A ...
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... reason , that heaven - lighted lamp in man , Once more I wake ; and at the deftin'd hour , Punctual as lovers to the moment fworn , I keep my affignation with my woe . O ! loft to virtue , loft to manly thought , Loft to the noble ...
... reason , that heaven - lighted lamp in man , Once more I wake ; and at the deftin'd hour , Punctual as lovers to the moment fworn , I keep my affignation with my woe . O ! loft to virtue , loft to manly thought , Loft to the noble ...
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... reason fhew the door , Call for my bier , and point me to the dust . O thou great arbiter of life and death ! Nature's immortal , immaterial fun ; Whofe all - prolific beam late call'd me forth From darkness , teeming darkness , where I ...
... reason fhew the door , Call for my bier , and point me to the dust . O thou great arbiter of life and death ! Nature's immortal , immaterial fun ; Whofe all - prolific beam late call'd me forth From darkness , teeming darkness , where I ...
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... Reason bids , ' All - facred reafon.'Hold her facred ftill ; Nor fhalt thou want a rival in thy flame : All - facred reafon ! fource , and foul , of all Demanding praise , on earth , or earth above ! My heart is thine : deep in its ...
... Reason bids , ' All - facred reafon.'Hold her facred ftill ; Nor fhalt thou want a rival in thy flame : All - facred reafon ! fource , and foul , of all Demanding praise , on earth , or earth above ! My heart is thine : deep in its ...
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Página 16 - 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.
Página 17 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Página 16 - 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.
Página 5 - 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.
Página 33 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 85 - 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...
Página 17 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
Página 16 - How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's to wisdom they consign ; The thing they can't but purpose they postpone.
Página 103 - Virtue, for ever frail, as fair, below, Her tender nature suffers in the crowd, Nor touches on the world, without a stain : The world's infectious ; few bring back at eve, Immaculate, the manners of the morn.
Página 7 - Embryos we must be till we burst the shell, Yon ambient azure shell, and spring to life, The life of gods, O transport ! and of man. Yet man, fool man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh.