The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality. : To which is Added, A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of JobA. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 326 |
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... Some , for hard Masters , broken under Arms , In Battle lopt away , with half their Limbs , Beg bitter Bread thro ' Realms their Valour fav'd , If fo the Tyrant , or his Minion , doom . Want , and incurable Difeafe , ( fell Pair ! ) On ...
... Some , for hard Masters , broken under Arms , In Battle lopt away , with half their Limbs , Beg bitter Bread thro ' Realms their Valour fav'd , If fo the Tyrant , or his Minion , doom . Want , and incurable Difeafe , ( fell Pair ! ) On ...
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... some happier Clime explore . Art thou fo moor'd thou canft not difengage , Nor give thy Thoughts a Ply to future Scenes ? Since , by Life's paffing Breath , blown up from Earth , Light , as the Summer's Duft , we take in Air A Moment's ...
... some happier Clime explore . Art thou fo moor'd thou canft not difengage , Nor give thy Thoughts a Ply to future Scenes ? Since , by Life's paffing Breath , blown up from Earth , Light , as the Summer's Duft , we take in Air A Moment's ...
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... Some Avocation deeming it to die ; Unbit by Rage canine of dying Rich ; Guilt's Blunder ! and the loudeft Laugh of Hell . O my Coëvals ! Remnants of yourselves ! Poor human Ruins , tott'ring o'er the Grave ! Shall we , fhall aged Men ...
... Some Avocation deeming it to die ; Unbit by Rage canine of dying Rich ; Guilt's Blunder ! and the loudeft Laugh of Hell . O my Coëvals ! Remnants of yourselves ! Poor human Ruins , tott'ring o'er the Grave ! Shall we , fhall aged Men ...
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... Some afk more Time , by curious Art diftill'd Some Hearts in fecret hard , unapt to melt , Struck by the Magic of the Public Eye , Like Moses ' fmitten Rock , gush out amain . Some weep to fhare the Fame of the Deceas'd , So high in ...
... Some afk more Time , by curious Art diftill'd Some Hearts in fecret hard , unapt to melt , Struck by the Magic of the Public Eye , Like Moses ' fmitten Rock , gush out amain . Some weep to fhare the Fame of the Deceas'd , So high in ...
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... Some weep at Death , abstracted from the Dead , And celebrate , like CHARLES their own Decease . By kind Construction fome are deem'd to weep , Because a decent Veil conceals their Joy . Some weep in Earneft ; and yet weep in Vain ; As ...
... Some weep at Death , abstracted from the Dead , And celebrate , like CHARLES their own Decease . By kind Construction fome are deem'd to weep , Because a decent Veil conceals their Joy . Some weep in Earneft ; and yet weep in Vain ; As ...
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Strona 14 - 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.
Strona 14 - Strikes thro' 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.
Strona 5 - 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.
Strona 34 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Strona 260 - One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the DEITY. How boundless in magnificence and might ! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.
Strona 55 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Strona 13 - There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps...
Strona 303 - And shot, ambitious of unbounded scenes, Beyond the flaming limits of the world Her gloomy flight. But what avails the flight Of Fancy, when our hearts remain below ? Virtue abounds in flatterers and foes ; Tis pride to praise her, penance to perform. To more than words, to more than worth of tongue, Lorenzo ! rise, at this auspicious hour, An hour when...
Strona 49 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Strona 137 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th