The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality..A. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - Всего страниц: 404 |
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... Name ; very Wishes give us not our Wish . Our How distant oft the Thing we doat on most , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The fmootheft Courfe of Nature has its Pains ; And trueft Friends , thro ' Error , wound our Reft ...
... Name ; very Wishes give us not our Wish . Our How distant oft the Thing we doat on most , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The fmootheft Courfe of Nature has its Pains ; And trueft Friends , thro ' Error , wound our Reft ...
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... And strong , to wield all Science , worth the Name ; How often we talk'd down the Summer's Sun , And cool'd our Paffions by the breezy Stream ? C 4 How How often thaw'd , and fhorten'd Winter's Eve , By On Time , Death , Friendship . 39.
... And strong , to wield all Science , worth the Name ; How often we talk'd down the Summer's Sun , And cool'd our Paffions by the breezy Stream ? C 4 How How often thaw'd , and fhorten'd Winter's Eve , By On Time , Death , Friendship . 39.
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... Name endears thee moft ? CYNTHIA CYLLENE PHOEBE ! or doft hear With higher Guft , fair PD of the Skies ? Is that the foft Inchantment calls thee down , More pow'rful than of old Circean Charm ? Come ; but from Heav'nly Banquets with ...
... Name endears thee moft ? CYNTHIA CYLLENE PHOEBE ! or doft hear With higher Guft , fair PD of the Skies ? Is that the foft Inchantment calls thee down , More pow'rful than of old Circean Charm ? Come ; but from Heav'nly Banquets with ...
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... Name , whofe Tomb fhould pierce the Skies . Fresumptuous Fear ! How durft I dread her Foes , While Nature's loudeft Dictates I obey'd ? Pardon Neceffity , Bleft Shade ! Of Grief And Indignation rival Burfts I pour'd ; Half - execration ...
... Name , whofe Tomb fhould pierce the Skies . Fresumptuous Fear ! How durft I dread her Foes , While Nature's loudeft Dictates I obey'd ? Pardon Neceffity , Bleft Shade ! Of Grief And Indignation rival Burfts I pour'd ; Half - execration ...
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... Name it right ; ' Tis our great Pay - day ; ' tis our Harveft , rich And ripe : What tho ' the Sickle , fometimes keen , Juft fcars us , as we reap the golden Grain ? More than thy Balm , O Gilead ! heals the Wound . Birth's feeble Cry ...
... Name it right ; ' Tis our great Pay - day ; ' tis our Harveft , rich And ripe : What tho ' the Sickle , fometimes keen , Juft fcars us , as we reap the golden Grain ? More than thy Balm , O Gilead ! heals the Wound . Birth's feeble Cry ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.