The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality..A. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 404 oldal |
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12. oldal
... Spheres ; The baleful Influence of whofe giddy Dance Sheds fad Viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems the Revolutions ev ... Sphere . Of sweet domeftic Comfort , and cuts down The fairest Bloom of fublunary Bliss . Blifs fublunary Blifs ...
... Spheres ; The baleful Influence of whofe giddy Dance Sheds fad Viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems the Revolutions ev ... Sphere . Of sweet domeftic Comfort , and cuts down The fairest Bloom of fublunary Bliss . Blifs fublunary Blifs ...
13. oldal
... Sphere . Amid fuch mighty Plunder , why exhauft Thy partial Quiver on a Mark fo mean ? Why thy peculiar Rancour wreck'd on me ? Infatiate Archer ! could not One fuffice ? Thy Shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my Peace was flain ; And ...
... Sphere . Amid fuch mighty Plunder , why exhauft Thy partial Quiver on a Mark fo mean ? Why thy peculiar Rancour wreck'd on me ? Infatiate Archer ! could not One fuffice ? Thy Shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my Peace was flain ; And ...
31. oldal
... Spheres ; That Horologe Machinery Divine . Hours , Days , and Months , and Years , his Children , play , Like num'rous Wings around him , as he flies : Or , rather , as unequal Plumes they fhape His ample Pinions , fwift as darted Flame ...
... Spheres ; That Horologe Machinery Divine . Hours , Days , and Months , and Years , his Children , play , Like num'rous Wings around him , as he flies : Or , rather , as unequal Plumes they fhape His ample Pinions , fwift as darted Flame ...
50. oldal
... , who dare dispute This Revolution in the World inspir'd ? Ye Train Pierian ! to the Lunar Sphere , At the Duke of Norfolk's Mafquerade . In In filent Hour , addrefs your ardent Cail - For 50 The COMPLAINT : Night III . 1.
... , who dare dispute This Revolution in the World inspir'd ? Ye Train Pierian ! to the Lunar Sphere , At the Duke of Norfolk's Mafquerade . In In filent Hour , addrefs your ardent Cail - For 50 The COMPLAINT : Night III . 1.
51. oldal
... Spheres harmonious , nightly leads The mazy Dance , and hears their matchlefs Strain , A Strain for Gods ! deny'd to mortal Ear . Tranfinit it heard , thou Silver Queen of Heaven ! What Title , or what Name endears thee moft ? CYNTHIA ...
... Spheres harmonious , nightly leads The mazy Dance , and hears their matchlefs Strain , A Strain for Gods ! deny'd to mortal Ear . Tranfinit it heard , thou Silver Queen of Heaven ! What Title , or what Name endears thee moft ? CYNTHIA ...
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Æther againſt Ambition Angels art thou Becauſe beneath Bleffing bleft Blifs Bliſs Bofom boundleſs Breaſt Caufe Cauſe dark Darkneſs Death defcend DEITY diftant divine Doft dreadful Duft Earth endleſs Eternity ev'ry facred fafe Fame Fate feems feen fhall fhines fhould fink firſt Flame fleeps foar foft fome Fool foon Friend ftill ftrange fuch fure Glory Grave Guilt Happineſs Heart Heav'n Himſelf Hope human illuftrious Immortal juft laft lefs Life's loft LORENZO Love Luftre Man's Mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er Night nought Numbers o'er Paffion paft Pain Peace Pleaſure Pow'r Praife Praiſe prefent Pride proud Reafon rife riſe Scene Senfe ſhall Skies Song Soul ſpeak Stars ſtill ſtrike ſtrong thee Thefe Theme Themſelves theſe Thine thofe thoſe Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph Truth vaft Virtue whofe Wife Wing Wiſdom Wiſh Worfe World wretched
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20. oldal - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
7. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
10. oldal - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
20. oldal - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
73. oldal - Pursuing, and pursued, each other's prey ; As wolves, for rapine; as the fox, for wiles ; Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in " Here he lies :" And dust " to dust
165. oldal - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
91. oldal - ... ?—Thou, my all! My theme, my inspiration, and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth !—my world ! My light in darkness! and my life in death ! My boast through time!
40. oldal - Teaching, we learn; and, giving, we retain The births of intellect ; when dumb, forgot Speech ventilates our intellectual fire ; Speech burnishes our mental magazine , Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
79. oldal - The prisoner of amaze ! — in his blest life I see the path, and in his death the price, And in his great ascent the proof supreme Of immortality.
128. oldal - While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun ; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.