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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... wing'd by heaven To fly an infinite ; and reach it there , Where Seraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , faft by the throne of God : What golden joys ambrofial cluft'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the juft , Where ...
... wing'd by heaven To fly an infinite ; and reach it there , Where Seraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , faft by the throne of God : What golden joys ambrofial cluft'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the juft , Where ...
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... wings to reach the kies ? Night - vifions may befriend , ( as fung above ) Our Waking dreams are fatal : how I dreamt Of things impoffible ? ( could sleep do more ? ) Or joys perpetual in perpetual change ? Of ftable pleasures on the ...
... wings to reach the kies ? Night - vifions may befriend , ( as fung above ) Our Waking dreams are fatal : how I dreamt Of things impoffible ? ( could sleep do more ? ) Or joys perpetual in perpetual change ? Of ftable pleasures on the ...
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... wing'd To fly an infinite ; and reach it there Where Seraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , faft by the throne What golden joys ambrofial cluft'ring In His full beam , and ripen for the Where momentary ages are no more Where ...
... wing'd To fly an infinite ; and reach it there Where Seraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , faft by the throne What golden joys ambrofial cluft'ring In His full beam , and ripen for the Where momentary ages are no more Where ...
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... wings a Night - visions may be Our Waking dreams are fata z Of things impoffible for str Or joys perpetual in perpetual mace Of table pleafares on the mo Eternal funthine in the form f How richly were my 12 With gorgeous teftes fuer Joy ...
... wings a Night - visions may be Our Waking dreams are fata z Of things impoffible for str Or joys perpetual in perpetual mace Of table pleafares on the mo Eternal funthine in the form f How richly were my 12 With gorgeous teftes fuer Joy ...
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... Wing no fear the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death : Even with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget Philander ...
... Wing no fear the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death : Even with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget Philander ...
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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.