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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... hours ; Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood : It is the Signal that demands dispatch ; How inuch is to ... hour ? How poor ? how rich ? how abje & t ? how august ? How complicate ? how wonderful is man ? How paffing 2 Night ...
... hours ; Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood : It is the Signal that demands dispatch ; How inuch is to ... hour ? How poor ? how rich ? how abje & t ? how august ? How complicate ? how wonderful is man ? How paffing 2 Night ...
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... hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate . Each Moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep They live ' Dey greatly live a life or U A 3 On LIFE ...
... hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More mortal than the common births of fate . Each Moment has its fickle , emulous Of Time's enormous fcythe , whofe ample sweep They live ' Dey greatly live a life or U A 3 On LIFE ...
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... hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , bufy thought ! too busy for my peace , Thro ' the dark postern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ...
... hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , bufy thought ! too busy for my peace , Thro ' the dark postern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ...
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... hour ? thou ! whate'er thou art , whofe heart exults ! Would't thou I fhou'd congratulate thy fate ? I know thou would'ft ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend ...
... hour ? thou ! whate'er thou art , whofe heart exults ! Would't thou I fhou'd congratulate thy fate ? I know thou would'ft ; thy pride demands it from me . Let thy pride pardon , what thy nature needs , The falutary cenfure of a friend ...
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... hours . In human hearts what holder thought can rife , Than man's prefumption on to - morrow's dawn ? Where is to m rrow ? In another wo : 1 . For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is f re to none ; and yet on this Perhaps , This ...
... hours . In human hearts what holder thought can rife , Than man's prefumption on to - morrow's dawn ? Where is to m rrow ? In another wo : 1 . For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is f re to none ; and yet on this Perhaps , This ...
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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.