The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityJohnson and Warner, 1816 - 351 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 43
... spirits ebb , when life's enchanting scenes Their lustre lose , and lessen in our sight , As lands , and cities with their glitt'ring spires , To the poor shatter'd bark , by sudden storm Thrown off to sea , and soon to perish there ...
... spirits ebb , when life's enchanting scenes Their lustre lose , and lessen in our sight , As lands , and cities with their glitt'ring spires , To the poor shatter'd bark , by sudden storm Thrown off to sea , and soon to perish there ...
الصفحة 47
... spirit walks of ev'ry day deceas'd , And smiles an angel ; or a fury frowns . Nor death , nor life delight us . If time past , And time possess'd , both pain us , what can please ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , Time us'd ...
... spirit walks of ev'ry day deceas'd , And smiles an angel ; or a fury frowns . Nor death , nor life delight us . If time past , And time possess'd , both pain us , what can please ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , Time us'd ...
الصفحة 60
... spirit , of a friend , For twenty summers rip'ning by my side ; All feculence of falsehood long thrown down ; All social virtues rising in his soul ; As crystal clear ; and smiling , as they rise ! Here Nectar flows ; it sparkles in our ...
... spirit , of a friend , For twenty summers rip'ning by my side ; All feculence of falsehood long thrown down ; All social virtues rising in his soul ; As crystal clear ; and smiling , as they rise ! Here Nectar flows ; it sparkles in our ...
الصفحة 70
... spirit nurst In blind infallibility's embrace , The sainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Deny'd the charity of dust , to spread O'er dust ! a charity their dogs enjoy . What could I do ? What succour ? What resource ? With pious ...
... spirit nurst In blind infallibility's embrace , The sainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Deny'd the charity of dust , to spread O'er dust ! a charity their dogs enjoy . What could I do ? What succour ? What resource ? With pious ...
الصفحة 70
... spirit nurst In blind infallibility's embrace , The sainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Deny'd the charity of dust , to spread O'er dust ! a charity their dogs enjoy . What could I do ? What succour ? What resource ? With pious ...
... spirit nurst In blind infallibility's embrace , The sainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Deny'd the charity of dust , to spread O'er dust ! a charity their dogs enjoy . What could I do ? What succour ? What resource ? With pious ...
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ambition angels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation Dæmons dark death Deity delight deny'd divine dost dread dust Earl of Litchfield earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame flow'r fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n Henry Pelham hope hour human illustrious Infidel life's light live LORENZO lustre man's mankind midnight mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure pow'r praise pride proud racters reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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الصفحة 38 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
الصفحة 27 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
الصفحة 38 - 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. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, The parted wave no furrow from the keel, So dies in human hearts the thought of death : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
الصفحة 29 - 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.
الصفحة 27 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, . And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
الصفحة 31 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
الصفحة 81 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave : The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
الصفحة 25 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
الصفحة 56 - 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.
الصفحة 259 - Their no joys end where his full feast begins ; His joys create, theirs murder, future bliss. To triumph in existence his alone ; And his alone triumphantly to think His true existence is not yet begun. His glorious course was, yesterday, complete ; Death then was welcome ; yet life still is sweet.