The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added, a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job..Printed in the year, 1771 - 263 páginas |
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... pleasures on the toffing wave ? Eternal funfhine in the ftorms of life ? How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictur'd joys ? Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whofe reft ...
... pleasures on the toffing wave ? Eternal funfhine in the ftorms of life ? How richly were my noon - tide trances hung With gorgeous tapestries of pictur'd joys ? Joy behind joy , in endless perspective ! Till at death's toll , whofe reft ...
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... tremble at the bleffings once fo dear ; And every pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why Complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , ; The Single man ? are angels all befide ? THE COMPLAIN T. Night 1 .
... tremble at the bleffings once fo dear ; And every pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why Complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me , ; The Single man ? are angels all befide ? THE COMPLAIN T. Night 1 .
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... pleasures ! fince in pains You rue more modifh vifits , vifit Here , And breath from your debauch : Give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right ! Happy ! did forrow feize on ...
... pleasures ! fince in pains You rue more modifh vifits , vifit Here , And breath from your debauch : Give , and reduce Surfeit's dominion o'er you : but fo great Your impudence , you blush at what is right ! Happy ! did forrow feize on ...
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... pleasure is the promise of thy pain . Misfortune , like a creditor fevere , But rifes in demand for her delay ; She makes a fcourge of paft profperity , To fting thee more , and double thy distress . THE COMPLAINT . Night 1 .
... pleasure is the promise of thy pain . Misfortune , like a creditor fevere , But rifes in demand for her delay ; She makes a fcourge of paft profperity , To fting thee more , and double thy distress . THE COMPLAINT . Night 1 .
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... pleasure ; wafte , a pain s That man might Feel his error , if unfeen ; And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure : Not , blundering , fplit on idlenefs , for ease . Lie's cares are comforts ; fuch by heaven defign'd ; He that has none ...
... pleasure ; wafte , a pain s That man might Feel his error , if unfeen ; And , feeling , fly to labour for his cure : Not , blundering , fplit on idlenefs , for ease . Lie's cares are comforts ; fuch by heaven defign'd ; He that has none ...
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æther againſt Ambition angels art thou becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs boaft bofom Book of JOB boundleſs caufe dark darkneſs death defcend DEITY deſpair diftant divine doft dread duft e'er earth eternal ev'ry facred fame fate fcene feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fink firft fkies flame fleeps fmile foar fome fong fons fool foon foul immortal fpirit ftars ftill ftrange ftrike fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hour human juft laft lefs life's Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Paffion paft pain peace Pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud Reafon rife ſcene Senfe ſhall ſkies ſphere thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne triumph truth vaft virtue wafte whofe wife wing Wiſdom wretched
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Página 7 - ... 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 20 - Nature, in zeal for human amity, Denies or damps an undivided joy. Joy is an import; joy is an exchange; Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two: Rich fruit!
Página 68 - Our life, tho' still more rapid in its flow, Nor mark the much irrevocably laps'd, And mingled with the sea.
Página 2 - Death ! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines, And one day thou shalt pluck him from his sphere...
Página 17 - 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 45 - He rose! he rose! he burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of Glory to come in. Who is the King of Glory ? he who left His throne of glory for the pang of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates!
Página 2 - tis the common lot: In this shape or in that has Fate entail'd The mother's throes on all of woman born, Not more the children than sure heirs of pain.
Página 19 - To gentle life's descent We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain. We take fair days in winter, for the spring; And turn our blessings into bane.