The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death and Immortality. To which is Added, a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of JobJ. and F. Rivington, 1773 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... Angel fpoke , I feel the folemn Sound . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed Hours : Where are they ? ' With the Years beyond the Flood . It is the Signal that demands Dispatch : How much is to be done ? My Hopes and Fears ...
... Angel fpoke , I feel the folemn Sound . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed Hours : Where are they ? ' With the Years beyond the Flood . It is the Signal that demands Dispatch : How much is to be done ? My Hopes and Fears ...
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... Angel spoke , I feel the folemn Sound . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed Hours : Where are they ? With the Years beyond the Flood . It is the Signal that demands Difpatch : How much is to be done ? My Hopes and Fears ...
... Angel spoke , I feel the folemn Sound . If heard aright , It is the Knell of my departed Hours : Where are they ? With the Years beyond the Flood . It is the Signal that demands Difpatch : How much is to be done ? My Hopes and Fears ...
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... Angel's Arm can't snatch me from the Grave ? Legions of Angels can't confine me there . ' Tis past Conjecture ; all things rife in Proof : While o'er my Limbs Sleep's foft Dominion fpread , What tho ' my Soul phantastic Measures trod O ...
... Angel's Arm can't snatch me from the Grave ? Legions of Angels can't confine me there . ' Tis past Conjecture ; all things rife in Proof : While o'er my Limbs Sleep's foft Dominion fpread , What tho ' my Soul phantastic Measures trod O ...
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... Angels all befide ? I mourn for Millions : " 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 fure Heirs of Pain . War , Famine , Peft , Volcano ...
... Angels all befide ? I mourn for Millions : " 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 fure Heirs of Pain . War , Famine , Peft , Volcano ...
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... Angels ; Virtue more divine . Is this our Duty , Wisdom , Glory , Gain ? ( Thefe Heav'n benign in vital Union binds ) And sport we like the Natives of the Bough , When vernal Suns infpire ? Amusement reigns Man's great Demand : To ...
... Angels ; Virtue more divine . Is this our Duty , Wisdom , Glory , Gain ? ( Thefe Heav'n benign in vital Union binds ) And sport we like the Natives of the Bough , When vernal Suns infpire ? Amusement reigns Man's great Demand : To ...
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Æther againſt Ambition Angels art thou Becauſe beneath Bleffings bleft Blifs Bliſs Bofom Book of Job boundleſs Caufe Cauſe Chimæras dark Darkneſs Death defcend Deity diftant Divine Doft dreadful Duft Earth endleſs Eternity Ev'n ev'ry facred Fate feems feen fhall fhines fhould fink Flame fleeps fmile foft fome foon Friend ftill ftrike ftrong fuch fure Glory Grave Guilt Happineſs Heart Heav'n Himſelf Hour human illuftrious Immortal infpire juft laft lefs Life's 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 riſe Scene Senfe ſhall Skies Song Soul ſpeak Sphere Stars ſtill thee Thefe Theme Themſelves theſe Thine thofe thoſe Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph Truth univerfal vaft Virtue whofe Wife Wing Wiſdom Wiſh World wretched
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Стр. 3 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Стр. 3 - 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.
Стр. 3 - 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. 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 : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Стр. 11 - Godhead streaming through a thousand worlds ; Not on those terms, from the great days of Heaven, From old Eternity's mysterious orb, Was Time cut off, and cast beneath the skies ; The skies, which watch him in his new abode, Measuring his motions by revolving spheres; That horologe machinery divine.
Стр. 59 - ... ?—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!
Стр. 16 - 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.
Стр. 43 - These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Стр. 34 - 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 Our rugged pass to death ; to break those bars Of terror and abhorrence Nature throws Cross our obstructed way, and thus to make Welcome, as safe, our port from every storm.
Стр. 6 - Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor ; Part with it as with money, sparing ; pay No moment, but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ask death-beds ; they can tell.