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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... Stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing Ball ; O THOU , whofe Word from folid Darkness ftruck That Spark , the Sun , ftrike Wisdom from my Soul ; My Soul , which flies to Thee , her Truft , her Treasure , As Mifers to their Gold ...
... Stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing Ball ; O THOU , whofe Word from folid Darkness ftruck That Spark , the Sun , ftrike Wisdom from my Soul ; My Soul , which flies to Thee , her Truft , her Treasure , As Mifers to their Gold ...
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... Stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing Ball ; O THOU , whofe Word from folid Darkness ftruck That Spark , the Sun , ftrike Wisdom from my Soul ; My Soul , which flies to Thee , her Truft , her Treasure , As Mifers to their Gold ...
... Stars , Exulting , fhouted o'er the rifing Ball ; O THOU , whofe Word from folid Darkness ftruck That Spark , the Sun , ftrike Wisdom from my Soul ; My Soul , which flies to Thee , her Truft , her Treasure , As Mifers to their Gold ...
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... Stars . The Sun himself by thy Permiffion fhines ; And , one Day , thou shalt pluck him from his Sphere . Amid fuch mighty Plunder , why exhaust Thy partial Quiver on a Mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar Rancour wreak'd ' on me ? Infatiate ...
... Stars . The Sun himself by thy Permiffion fhines ; And , one Day , thou shalt pluck him from his Sphere . Amid fuch mighty Plunder , why exhaust Thy partial Quiver on a Mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar Rancour wreak'd ' on me ? Infatiate ...
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... Stars to liften : Ev'ry Star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy Lay . Yet be not vain ; there are , who thine excel , And charm thro ' diftant Ages :: Wrapt in Shade , Pris'ner of Darkness ! to the filent Hours , How often I repeat ...
... Stars to liften : Ev'ry Star Is deaf to mine , enamour'd of thy Lay . Yet be not vain ; there are , who thine excel , And charm thro ' diftant Ages :: Wrapt in Shade , Pris'ner of Darkness ! to the filent Hours , How often I repeat ...
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... Stars , To keep his Speed , nor ever wait for Man ; Time's Ufe was doom'd a Pleasure ; Waste , a Pain ; That Man might feel his Error , if unseen : And And , feeling , fly to Labour for his Cure On Time , Death , Friendship . 19.
... Stars , To keep his Speed , nor ever wait for Man ; Time's Ufe was doom'd a Pleasure ; Waste , a Pain ; That Man might feel his Error , if unseen : And And , feeling , fly to Labour for his Cure On Time , Death , Friendship . 19.
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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.