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 oldal |
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... angel fpoke , I feel the folemn found . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed hours ; Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood : It is the Signal that demands dispatch ; How inuch is to be done ? my hopes and fears ...
... angel fpoke , I feel the folemn found . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed hours ; Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood : It is the Signal that demands dispatch ; How inuch is to be done ? my hopes and fears ...
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... angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave : Legions of angels can't confine me there . " Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's fift dominion spread , What . tho ' my foul phantaftic measures trod ...
... angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave : Legions of angels can't confine me there . " Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's fift dominion spread , What . tho ' my foul phantaftic measures trod ...
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... I 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 .
... I 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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... angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : ' tis the common lot In This fhape , or in That , has fate entail'd The mother's throws on all of woman born , Not more the children , than fure heirs of Pain . War , famine , peft , volcano ...
... angels all befide ? I mourn for millions : ' tis the common lot In This fhape , or in That , has fate entail'd The mother's throws on all of woman born , Not more the children , than fure heirs of Pain . War , famine , peft , volcano ...
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... angels ; virtue more divine . Is this our Duty , Wifdom , Glory , Gain ? ( These heaven benign in vital union binds ) And fport we like the natives of the bough , B * When vernal funs infpire ! Amusement reigns Man's great demand On ...
... angels ; virtue more divine . Is this our Duty , Wifdom , Glory , Gain ? ( These heaven benign in vital union binds ) And fport we like the natives of the bough , B * When vernal funs infpire ! Amusement reigns Man's great demand On ...
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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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7. oldal - ... 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.
20. oldal - 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!
68. oldal - Our life, tho' still more rapid in its flow, Nor mark the much irrevocably laps'd, And mingled with the sea.
2. oldal - 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...
17. oldal - 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.
45. oldal - 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!
2. oldal - 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.
19. oldal - 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.