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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1. oldal
... round and round In filken thought , with reptile Fancy fpun , Till darken'd Reafon lay quite clouded o'er With foft conceit of endless comfort Here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the kies ? Night - vifions may befriend , ( as ...
... round and round In filken thought , with reptile Fancy fpun , Till darken'd Reafon lay quite clouded o'er With foft conceit of endless comfort Here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the kies ? Night - vifions may befriend , ( as ...
26. oldal
... round In the rich Ichor , in the generous blood Of Bacchus , purple God of joyous wit , A brow folute , and ever - laughing eye . He drank long health , and virtue , to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more infpir'd ...
... round In the rich Ichor , in the generous blood Of Bacchus , purple God of joyous wit , A brow folute , and ever - laughing eye . He drank long health , and virtue , to his friend ; His friend , who warm'd him more , who more infpir'd ...
37. oldal
... round Eternal to climb life's worn , heavy wheel , Which draws up nothing new ? to beat , and beat , The beaten track ? to bid each wretched day The former mock ? to furfeit on the SAME , And yawn our joys ? or thank a mifery For change ...
... round Eternal to climb life's worn , heavy wheel , Which draws up nothing new ? to beat , and beat , The beaten track ? to bid each wretched day The former mock ? to furfeit on the SAME , And yawn our joys ? or thank a mifery For change ...
39. oldal
... round Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain Is the world ; but only to the vain . To what compare we then this varying foene , Whofe worth ambuguous rifes , and declines ? Waxes and wanes ? ( in all propitious , Night Affifts me ...
... round Have I not made my triple promise good ? Vain Is the world ; but only to the vain . To what compare we then this varying foene , Whofe worth ambuguous rifes , and declines ? Waxes and wanes ? ( in all propitious , Night Affifts me ...
48. oldal
... round of rays complete ; They fet at odds heav'n's jarring attributes ; And , with one excellence , another wound ; Maim heav'n's perfection , break its equal beams , Bid Mercy triumph over - God himself , Undeify'd by their opprobrious ...
... round of rays complete ; They fet at odds heav'n's jarring attributes ; And , with one excellence , another wound ; Maim heav'n's perfection , break its equal beams , Bid Mercy triumph over - God himself , Undeify'd by their opprobrious ...
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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.