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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... turns , alling , crushes him to death . itself makes good her name ; give us not our with . t the thing we doat on moft , which we doat , Felicity ? courfe of nature has its pains , • • Strikes empires from the root ; each Moment On ...
... turns , alling , crushes him to death . itself makes good her name ; give us not our with . t the thing we doat on moft , which we doat , Felicity ? courfe of nature has its pains , • • Strikes empires from the root ; each Moment On ...
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... turns , And his guard falling , crushes him to death . Not Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The Smootheft ...
... turns , And his guard falling , crushes him to death . Not Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The Smootheft ...
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... Unfaded e'er it fell ; one moments prey ! Man's forefight Conditionally wife ; Lorenzo wifdom into folly turns Oft , the firft inftant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye On LIFE , DEATH , and IMMORTALITY .
... Unfaded e'er it fell ; one moments prey ! Man's forefight Conditionally wife ; Lorenzo wifdom into folly turns Oft , the firft inftant , its idea fair To labouring thought is born . How dim our eye On LIFE , DEATH , and IMMORTALITY .
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... turn My thoughts on thee , And Thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where moft thy need : themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's duft . He , thus , tho ' dead , May ftill befriend . - What themes ? Time's wond ...
... turn My thoughts on thee , And Thine , on themes may profit ; profit there , Where moft thy need : themes , too , the genuine growth Of dear Philander's duft . He , thus , tho ' dead , May ftill befriend . - What themes ? Time's wond ...
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... turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours : Immenfe revenue ! every moment Pays . If nothing more than Purpose in thy power , Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed : Who ...
... turning all to gold ; This , the good heart's prerogative to raise A royal tribute from the poorest hours : Immenfe revenue ! every moment Pays . If nothing more than Purpose in thy power , Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed : Who ...
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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.