The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added, a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job..Printed in the year, 1771 - 263 Seiten |
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... leaves The vaft concerns of an eternal scene . If not fo frequent , would not this be ftrange ? That ' tis fo frequent This is ftranger till . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about to live : " For ...
... leaves The vaft concerns of an eternal scene . If not fo frequent , would not this be ftrange ? That ' tis fo frequent This is ftranger till . Of man's miraculous mistakes , this bears The palm , " That all men are about to live : " For ...
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... leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief , Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ! I know thou fay'ft it : fays thy life the fame ? He mourns the ...
... leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief , Call glory - Doft thou mourn Philander's fate ! I know thou fay'ft it : fays thy life the fame ? He mourns the ...
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... leaves In Act no trifle , and no Blank in Time : This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours : Immenfe ...
... leaves In Act no trifle , and no Blank in Time : This greatens , fills , immortalizes all ; This , the bleft art of turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours : Immenfe ...
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... Leave to thy foes thefe errors , and thefe ills ; To nature juft , their Caufe and Cure explore : Not fhort heaven's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard nature ; men are prodigals . We Wafte , not Ufe our time : we breathe , not ...
... Leave to thy foes thefe errors , and thefe ills ; To nature juft , their Caufe and Cure explore : Not fhort heaven's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard nature ; men are prodigals . We Wafte , not Ufe our time : we breathe , not ...
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... leaves more durable than leaves of brafs , Writes our whole hiftory ; which Death fhall read In every pale delinquent's private ear ; And Judgment publifh : publish to more worlds That this ; and endlefs age in groans refound . Lorenzo ...
... leaves more durable than leaves of brafs , Writes our whole hiftory ; which Death fhall read In every pale delinquent's private ear ; And Judgment publifh : publish to more worlds That this ; and endlefs age in groans refound . Lorenzo ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æther againſt Ambition angels art thou becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs boaft bofom Book of JOB boundleſs caufe dark darkneſs death defcend DEITY deſpair diftant divine doft dread duft e'er earth eternal ev'ry facred fame fate fcene feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fink firft fkies flame fleeps fmile foar fome fong fons fool foon foul immortal fpirit ftars ftill ftrange ftrike fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hour human juft laft lefs life's Lorenzo 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 rife ſcene Senfe ſhall ſkies ſphere thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne triumph truth vaft virtue wafte whofe wife wing Wiſdom wretched
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 7 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate 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.
Seite 20 - Nature, in zeal for human amity, Denies or damps an undivided joy. Joy is an import; joy is an exchange; Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two: Rich fruit!
Seite 68 - Our life, tho' still more rapid in its flow, Nor mark the much irrevocably laps'd, And mingled with the sea.
Seite 2 - Death ! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines, And one day thou shalt pluck him from his sphere...
Seite 17 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Seite 45 - He rose! he rose! he burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of Glory to come in. Who is the King of Glory ? he who left His throne of glory for the pang of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates!
Seite 2 - tis the common lot: In this shape or in that has Fate entail'd The mother's throes on all of woman born, Not more the children than sure heirs of pain.
Seite 19 - To gentle life's descent We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain. We take fair days in winter, for the spring; And turn our blessings into bane.