The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality..A. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 404 |
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... Pride demands it from me . Let thy Pride pardon , what thy Nature needs , The falutary Cenfure of a Friend . Thou happy Wretch ! by Blindness art thou blest ; By Dotage dandled to perpetual Smiles . Know , Smiler at thy peril art thou ...
... Pride demands it from me . Let thy Pride pardon , what thy Nature needs , The falutary Cenfure of a Friend . Thou happy Wretch ! by Blindness art thou blest ; By Dotage dandled to perpetual Smiles . Know , Smiler at thy peril art thou ...
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... Pride On this Reversion takes up ready Praise ; At least , their own ; their future Selves applauds ; How excellent that Life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own Hands is Folly's Vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's , to Wifdom ...
... Pride On this Reversion takes up ready Praise ; At least , their own ; their future Selves applauds ; How excellent that Life they ne'er will lead ! Time lodg'd in their own Hands is Folly's Vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's , to Wifdom ...
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... . Love , and Love only , is the Loan for Love . LORENZO ! Pride reprefs ; nor hope to find A Friend , but what has found a Friend in Thee . All All like the Purchase ; few the Price will pay On Time , Death , Friendship . 43.
... . Love , and Love only , is the Loan for Love . LORENZO ! Pride reprefs ; nor hope to find A Friend , but what has found a Friend in Thee . All All like the Purchase ; few the Price will pay On Time , Death , Friendship . 43.
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... ; Then , Spleen to Duft ? the Duft of Innocence ? An Angel's Duft ! This Lucifer tranfcends ; When He contended for the Patriarch's Bones , ' Twas Twas not the Strife of Malice , but of Pride 56 The COMPLAINT : Night II .
... ; Then , Spleen to Duft ? the Duft of Innocence ? An Angel's Duft ! This Lucifer tranfcends ; When He contended for the Patriarch's Bones , ' Twas Twas not the Strife of Malice , but of Pride 56 The COMPLAINT : Night II .
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Edward Young. Twas not the Strife of Malice , but of Pride The Strife of Pontiff Pride , not Pontiff Gall . Far less than This is fhocking in a Race Moft wretched , but from Streams of mutual Love ; And uncreated , but for Love Divine ...
Edward Young. Twas not the Strife of Malice , but of Pride The Strife of Pontiff Pride , not Pontiff Gall . Far less than This is fhocking in a Race Moft wretched , but from Streams of mutual Love ; And uncreated , but for Love Divine ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.