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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... mortal than the common Births of Fate . Each Moment has its Sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous Scythe , whofe ample Sweep Strikes Empires from the Root ; each Moment plays His little Weapon in the narrower Sphere Of sweet domeftic ...
... mortal than the common Births of Fate . Each Moment has its Sickle , emulous Of Time's enormous Scythe , whofe ample Sweep Strikes Empires from the Root ; each Moment plays His little Weapon in the narrower Sphere Of sweet domeftic ...
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... mortal , but Themselves ; Themselves , when fome alarming Shock of Fate Strikes thro ' their wounded Hearts the fudden Dread But their Hearts wounded , like the wounded Air , Soon clofe ; where paft the Shaft , no Trace is found . As As ...
... mortal , but Themselves ; Themselves , when fome alarming Shock of Fate Strikes thro ' their wounded Hearts the fudden Dread But their Hearts wounded , like the wounded Air , Soon clofe ; where paft the Shaft , no Trace is found . As As ...
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... mortal , paft thy Cure . Accept the Will ; It dies not with my Strain . For what calls thy Disease , LORENZO ! Not For Efculapian , but for Moral Aid . Thou think'ft it Folly to be wife too foon . Youth is not rich in Time ; it may be ...
... mortal , paft thy Cure . Accept the Will ; It dies not with my Strain . For what calls thy Disease , LORENZO ! Not For Efculapian , but for Moral Aid . Thou think'ft it Folly to be wife too foon . Youth is not rich in Time ; it may be ...
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Edward Young. The Death - bed of the Juft ! is yet undrawn By mortal Hand : It merits a Divine : Angels fhould paint it , Angels ever There ; There , on a Poft of Honour , and of Joy . ; Dare I prefume , then ? But PHILANDER bids And ...
Edward Young. The Death - bed of the Juft ! is yet undrawn By mortal Hand : It merits a Divine : Angels fhould paint it , Angels ever There ; There , on a Poft of Honour , and of Joy . ; Dare I prefume , then ? But PHILANDER bids And ...
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... Mortal ? the poor abject Worm ? No , not in Death , the Mortal to be found . His Conduct is a Legacy for All . Richer than Mammon's for his fingle Heir . His Comforters He Comforts ; Great in Ruin , With unreluctant Grandeur , gives ...
... Mortal ? the poor abject Worm ? No , not in Death , the Mortal to be found . His Conduct is a Legacy for All . Richer than Mammon's for his fingle Heir . His Comforters He Comforts ; Great in Ruin , With unreluctant Grandeur , gives ...
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Æther againſt Ambition Angels art thou Becauſe beneath Bleffing bleft Blifs Bliſs Boaft Bofom Book of Job Breaft Caufe Cauſe dark Darkneſs Death defcend DEITY diftant divine Doft dreadful Duft Earth endleſs Eternity Ev'n ev'ry facred Fame Fate feems feen fhall fhines fhould firft Flame fleeps fmile foar foft fome Fool foon Friend ftill ftrange ftrike fuch fure Glory Grave Guilt Happineſs Heart Heav'n Himſelf Hour human illuftrious Immortal juft laft lefs Life's Light loft LORENZO Love Luftre 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 Reft rife Scene Senfe ſhall Skies Song Soul ſpeak Stars ſtill thee Thefe Theme theſe Thine thofe Thoſe Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph Truth univerfal vaft Virtue whofe Wife Wing Wiſdom Wiſh Worfe World wretched
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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