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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... Rich to the tafte , and genuine from the heart . High flavoured blifs for gods ! on earth , how rare ! On earth , how loft ! -PHILANDER is no more . Think't thou the theme intoxicates my fong ? Am I too warm ? -Too warm I cannot be . I ...
... Rich to the tafte , and genuine from the heart . High flavoured blifs for gods ! on earth , how rare ! On earth , how loft ! -PHILANDER is no more . Think't thou the theme intoxicates my fong ? Am I too warm ? -Too warm I cannot be . I ...
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... Rich fruit this tempeft in our bofom throws , Few minds will gather in our life ferene ; It brings us more than triple aid ; and aid To chace our thoughtlessness , fear , pride and guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud ...
... Rich fruit this tempeft in our bofom throws , Few minds will gather in our life ferene ; It brings us more than triple aid ; and aid To chace our thoughtlessness , fear , pride and guilt . Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud ...
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... rich in peace ; In profpect richer far ; important ! awful ! Not to be mention'd , but with fhouts of praise , Not to be thought on , but with tides of joy ; The mighty bafis of eternal blifs ! Where now the barren rock ? the painted ...
... rich in peace ; In profpect richer far ; important ! awful ! Not to be mention'd , but with fhouts of praise , Not to be thought on , but with tides of joy ; The mighty bafis of eternal blifs ! Where now the barren rock ? the painted ...
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... rich And ripe : What tho ' the fickle , fometimes keen Juft fears us as we reap the golden grain ; More than thy balm , O Gilead ! heals the wound . Birth's feeble cry , and death's deep difmal groan , Are flender tributes low - tax'd ...
... rich And ripe : What tho ' the fickle , fometimes keen Juft fears us as we reap the golden grain ; More than thy balm , O Gilead ! heals the wound . Birth's feeble cry , and death's deep difmal groan , Are flender tributes low - tax'd ...
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... rich . Alas ! ambition makes my little , lefs ; Embitt'ring the poffefs'd : Why wifh'd - for more ? Wishing , of all employments , is the worst ; Philofophy's reverfe , and health's decay ! Were I as plump as ftall'd theology , Wishing ...
... rich . Alas ! ambition makes my little , lefs ; Embitt'ring the poffefs'd : Why wifh'd - for more ? Wishing , of all employments , is the worst ; Philofophy's reverfe , and health's decay ! Were I as plump as ftall'd theology , Wishing ...
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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...