The Complaint, Or Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: Also, The Consolation; Night 9th and Last With the Life of the AuthorRice, 1800 |
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... beneath . Such are their triumphs ! fuch their pangs of joy ! ' Tis time , high time , to fhift this difmal fcene . This bugg'd , this hideous state , what art can cure ? One only ; but that one , what ali may reach ; Virtue She ...
... beneath . Such are their triumphs ! fuch their pangs of joy ! ' Tis time , high time , to fhift this difmal fcene . This bugg'd , this hideous state , what art can cure ? One only ; but that one , what ali may reach ; Virtue She ...
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... beneath their elevated aims , Makes their fair prefpect fairer ev'ry hour ; Advancing virtue in a line to bliss ; Virtue ; which Chriftian motives best inspire ! And blifs , which Chriftian schemes alone enfure ! And fhall we then , for ...
... beneath their elevated aims , Makes their fair prefpect fairer ev'ry hour ; Advancing virtue in a line to bliss ; Virtue ; which Chriftian motives best inspire ! And blifs , which Chriftian schemes alone enfure ! And fhall we then , for ...
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... beneath this humble shed . The world's a stately bark , on dang'rous feas With pleafure feen , but boarded at our peril : Here , on a fingle plank , thrown fafe a shore , I hear the tumult of the diftant throng , As that of feas remote ...
... beneath this humble shed . The world's a stately bark , on dang'rous feas With pleafure feen , but boarded at our peril : Here , on a fingle plank , thrown fafe a shore , I hear the tumult of the diftant throng , As that of feas remote ...
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... beneath The duft I tread on , high to bear my brow , To drink the spirit of the golden day , And triumph in existence ; and could'st know No motive , but my blifs ; and haft ordain'd A rife in bleffing ! With the patriarch's joy , Thy ...
... beneath The duft I tread on , high to bear my brow , To drink the spirit of the golden day , And triumph in existence ; and could'st know No motive , but my blifs ; and haft ordain'd A rife in bleffing ! With the patriarch's joy , Thy ...
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... beneath his throne ! In heav'n itfelf can fuch indulgence dwell ? O what a groan was there ! a groan not his . He feiz'd our dreadful right ; the load fuftain'd ; And heav'd the mountain from a guilty world . A thoufand worlds , so ...
... beneath his throne ! In heav'n itfelf can fuch indulgence dwell ? O what a groan was there ! a groan not his . He feiz'd our dreadful right ; the load fuftain'd ; And heav'd the mountain from a guilty world . A thoufand worlds , so ...
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æther ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs bofom boundleſs breaft caufe cauſe dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhocking fhould figh fight fing firft fkies fleeps fmile foar foft fome fong fons fool foon foul fpirit ftars ftill ftorm ftrike ftrong fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart Heav'n himſelf hour human illuftrious immortal juft laft lefs life's loft LORENZO luftre 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 ſhall ſkies ſphere ſtars ſtill thee thefe theme themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne truth univerfal vaft virtue whofe wifdom wife wing worfe wretched
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Página 11 - 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 12 - ... 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 119 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Página 209 - Vain hope ! it is too late! Where, where, for shelter, shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale ? Great day ! for which all other days were made ; For which earth rose from chaos, man from earth ; And an eternity, the date of gods, Descended on poor earth-created man ! Great day of dread, decision, and despair!
Página 52 - And soon as man, expert from time, has found The key of life, it opes the gates of death.
Página 52 - Pursuing, and pursued, each other's prey ; As wolves, for rapine; as the fox, for wiles ; Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in " Here he lies :" And dust " to dust
Página 110 - Tis a proud mendicant: it boasts and begs; It begs an alms of homage from the throng, And oft the throng denies its charity.
Página 69 - Talk they of morals ! O thou bleeding Love ! Thou maker of new morals to mankind ! The grand morality is love of Thee.
Página 185 - Each branch of piety delight inspires ; Faith builds a bridge from this world to the next, O'er death's dark gulf, and all its horror hides...
Página 199 - To know the world, not love her, is thy point ; She gives but little, nor that little, long. There is, I grant, a triumph of the...