The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added, a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job..A. Millar, ... and R. and J. Dodsley, 1756 - Всего страниц: 418 |
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... dead ? I give thee Joy : Nor will I take my Leave ; So foon to follow : Man but dives in Death ; Dives from the Sun , in fairer Day to rife ; The Grave , his fubterranean Road to Bliss . Yes , infinite Indulgence plann'd it fo ; Thro ...
... dead ? I give thee Joy : Nor will I take my Leave ; So foon to follow : Man but dives in Death ; Dives from the Sun , in fairer Day to rife ; The Grave , his fubterranean Road to Bliss . Yes , infinite Indulgence plann'd it fo ; Thro ...
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... dead ! and Darkness , how profound ! Nor Eye , nor lift'ning Ear , an Object , finds ; Creation fleeps . ' Tis as the gen'ral Pulfe Of Life stood still , and Nature made a Paufe , An aweful Paufe ! prophetic of her End . And let her ...
... dead ! and Darkness , how profound ! Nor Eye , nor lift'ning Ear , an Object , finds ; Creation fleeps . ' Tis as the gen'ral Pulfe Of Life stood still , and Nature made a Paufe , An aweful Paufe ! prophetic of her End . And let her ...
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... They live ! they greatly live a Life on Earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an Eye Of Tenderness , det heav'nly Pity fall B. 3 $ Од On me , more juftly number'd with the Dead . On Life , Death , and Immortality . 5.
... They live ! they greatly live a Life on Earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an Eye Of Tenderness , det heav'nly Pity fall B. 3 $ Од On me , more juftly number'd with the Dead . On Life , Death , and Immortality . 5.
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... Dead . This is the Defart , this the Solitude : How populous ! how vital , is the Grave ! This is Creation's melancholy Vault , The Vale funereal , the fad Cypress Gloom ; The Land of Apparitions , empty Shades ! All , all on Earth is ...
... Dead . This is the Defart , this the Solitude : How populous ! how vital , is the Grave ! This is Creation's melancholy Vault , The Vale funereal , the fad Cypress Gloom ; The Land of Apparitions , empty Shades ! All , all on Earth is ...
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... Dead ! What Numbers groan for fad Admiffion there ! What Numbers , once in Fortune's Lap high - fed , Solicit the cold Hand of Charity ! To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken Son's of Pleasure ! fince in Pains You rue more ...
... Dead ! What Numbers groan for fad Admiffion there ! What Numbers , once in Fortune's Lap high - fed , Solicit the cold Hand of Charity ! To fhock us more , folicit it in vain ! Ye filken Son's of Pleasure ! fince in Pains You rue more ...
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The Complaint: Or Night-Thoughts on Life, Death and Immortality: To which is ... Young Полный просмотр - 1760 |
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Стр. 3 - 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. 18 - Strikes thro' 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.
Стр. 64 - What is this life ? How few their fav'rite know ! Fond in the dark, and blind in our embrace, By passionately loving life, we make Lov'd life unlovely; hugging her to death. We give to Time Eternity's regard; And, dreaming, take our passage for our port. Life has no value as an end, but means; An end deplorable ! a means divine ! When 'tis our all, 'tis nothing ; worse than...
Стр. 91 - Religion's All. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next...
Стр. 93 - ... ?—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. 101 - Till one calls him, who varies not his call, " But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound, " Till nature dies, and judgment sets him free; " A freedom far less welcome than his chain...
Стр. 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Стр. 51 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good!
Стр. 71 - 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. 100 - Talk they of morals? O thou bleeding Love! Thou Maker of new morals to mankind! The grand morality is love of Thee.