The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality..A. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 404 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 34
... Cause . Of this furrounding Storm ! and yet he fleeps , As the Storm rock'd to Reft - Throw Years away ? Throw Empires ,. and be blameless . Moments feize , Heav'n's on their Wing : a Moment we may wish , When Worlds want Wealth to buy ...
... Cause . Of this furrounding Storm ! and yet he fleeps , As the Storm rock'd to Reft - Throw Years away ? Throw Empires ,. and be blameless . Moments feize , Heav'n's on their Wing : a Moment we may wish , When Worlds want Wealth to buy ...
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... causes , He confounds ; For human Sighs his rival Strokes contend , And make Distress , Diftraction . Oh PHILANDER ! What was thy Fate ? A double Fate to me ; Portent , and Pain ! a Menace , and a Blow ! Like the black Raven hov'ring o ...
... causes , He confounds ; For human Sighs his rival Strokes contend , And make Distress , Diftraction . Oh PHILANDER ! What was thy Fate ? A double Fate to me ; Portent , and Pain ! a Menace , and a Blow ! Like the black Raven hov'ring o ...
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... Cause to smile ! Death's Admonitions , like Shafts upwards shot , More dreadful by Delay , the longer ere They strike our Hearts , the deeper is their Wound . O think how deep , LORENZO ! bere it stings : Who can appease its Anguish ...
... Cause to smile ! Death's Admonitions , like Shafts upwards shot , More dreadful by Delay , the longer ere They strike our Hearts , the deeper is their Wound . O think how deep , LORENZO ! bere it stings : Who can appease its Anguish ...
الصفحة 80
... ! Thine all the Glory ; Man's the boundless Blifs . Where am I rapt by this triumphant Theme , On Christian Joy's exulting Wing , above Th'Aonian Th'Aonian Mount ? -Alas , small Cause for Joy ! 80 The COMPLAINT Night IV .
... ! Thine all the Glory ; Man's the boundless Blifs . Where am I rapt by this triumphant Theme , On Christian Joy's exulting Wing , above Th'Aonian Th'Aonian Mount ? -Alas , small Cause for Joy ! 80 The COMPLAINT Night IV .
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Edward Young. Th'Aonian Mount ? -Alas , small Cause for Joy ! What if to Pain , immortal ? If Extent Of Being , to preclude a Clofe of Woe ? Where , then , my Boaft of Immortality ? I boaft it ftill , tho ' cover'd o'er with Guilt : For ...
Edward Young. Th'Aonian Mount ? -Alas , small Cause for Joy ! What if to Pain , immortal ? If Extent Of Being , to preclude a Clofe of Woe ? Where , then , my Boaft of Immortality ? I boaft it ftill , tho ' cover'd o'er with Guilt : For ...
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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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الصفحة 20 - 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.
الصفحة 7 - 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.
الصفحة 10 - 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 20 - 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.
الصفحة 73 - 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
الصفحة 165 - 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.
الصفحة 91 - ... ?—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!
الصفحة 40 - 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 79 - 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.
الصفحة 128 - 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.