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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7. oldal
... Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The Smootheft courfe of nature has its pains , 1 And Trueft friends ...
... Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The Smootheft courfe of nature has its pains , 1 And Trueft friends ...
8. oldal
... happiness To those whofe thought can pierce beyond an 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 ...
... happiness To those whofe thought can pierce beyond an 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 ...
9. oldal
... happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire ; Who builds on lefs than an Immortal bafe , Fond as he feems , condemns his joys to death . Mine dy'd with thee , Philander ! thy laft figh Diffolv'd the charm ; the ...
... happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire ; Who builds on lefs than an Immortal bafe , Fond as he feems , condemns his joys to death . Mine dy'd with thee , Philander ! thy laft figh Diffolv'd the charm ; the ...
21. oldal
... happier clime explore . Art thou fo moor'd thou canst not difengage , Nor give thy thoughts a ply to future scenes ? Since , by Life's pafling breath , blown up from earth , Light , as the fummer's duft , we take in air A moments giddy ...
... happier clime explore . Art thou fo moor'd thou canst not difengage , Nor give thy thoughts a ply to future scenes ? Since , by Life's pafling breath , blown up from earth , Light , as the fummer's duft , we take in air A moments giddy ...
24. oldal
... Happiness ? That unobtain'd , than folly more a fool ; A melancholy fool , without her bells . Friendship the means of wisdom richly gives The precious end , which makes our wifdom wife . Nature , in zeal for human amity , Denies , or ...
... Happiness ? That unobtain'd , than folly more a fool ; A melancholy fool , without her bells . Friendship the means of wisdom richly gives The precious end , which makes our wifdom wife . Nature , in zeal for human amity , Denies , or ...
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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.