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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... whose word from flid Darkness ftruck That fpark , the fun ; ftrike wifdom from my foul ; My foul which flies to thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to the gold , while others reft . Thro ' this opaque of Nature and of Soul ...
... whose word from flid Darkness ftruck That fpark , the fun ; ftrike wifdom from my foul ; My foul which flies to thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to the gold , while others reft . Thro ' this opaque of Nature and of Soul ...
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... whose joys are joys Of fight , fmell , taste : the cuckow - feafons fing The fame dull note to fuch as nothing prize , But what those seasons , from the teeming earth , To doating SENSE indulge . But nobler minds , Which relish fruits ...
... whose joys are joys Of fight , fmell , taste : the cuckow - feafons fing The fame dull note to fuch as nothing prize , But what those seasons , from the teeming earth , To doating SENSE indulge . But nobler minds , Which relish fruits ...
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... whose dreadful eye they bow , In mutual awe profound , of clay to clay , Of guilt to guilt , and turn their backs on thee , Great Sire ! whom thrones celeftial ceafelefs fing ; To proftrate angels , an amazing fcène ! O the prefumption ...
... whose dreadful eye they bow , In mutual awe profound , of clay to clay , Of guilt to guilt , and turn their backs on thee , Great Sire ! whom thrones celeftial ceafelefs fing ; To proftrate angels , an amazing fcène ! O the prefumption ...
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... whose fantastic air , Well - fashion'd figure , and cockaded brow , He took in change , and underneath the pride Of coftly linnen , tuck'd his filthy fhroud . His crooked bow he ftraiten'd to a cane ; And hid his deadly fhafts in Myra's ...
... whose fantastic air , Well - fashion'd figure , and cockaded brow , He took in change , and underneath the pride Of coftly linnen , tuck'd his filthy fhroud . His crooked bow he ftraiten'd to a cane ; And hid his deadly fhafts in Myra's ...
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... Crown'd higher , and ftill higher , at each ftage , Thro ' bleft eternity's long day ; yet ftill , Not more remote from Sorrow , than ficm HIM , Q Whose lavish hand , whofe love ftupenduous , pours So VIRTUE'S APOLOGY , & c . 181.
... Crown'd higher , and ftill higher , at each ftage , Thro ' bleft eternity's long day ; yet ftill , Not more remote from Sorrow , than ficm HIM , Q Whose lavish hand , whofe love ftupenduous , pours So VIRTUE'S APOLOGY , & c . 181.
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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.