The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of JobR. Chapman and A. Duncan, 1775 - 388 sider |
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Side 5
... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ? How paffing wonder HE , who made ...
... dread eternity ! how furely mine ! And can eternity belong to me , Poor penfioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor , how rich , how abject , how august , How complicate , how wonderful , is man ? How paffing wonder HE , who made ...
Side 6
... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preferve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof ...
... dread ! Alternately transported , and alarm'd ! What can preferve my life ? or what destroy ? An angel's arm can't fnatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . ' Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof ...
Side 17
... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the shaft , no trace is found : As from the wing no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought ...
... dread ; But their hearts wounded , like the wounded air , Soon close ; where past the shaft , no trace is found : As from the wing no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought ...
Side 25
... dread ! death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of abfurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leifure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
... dread ! death thus more dreadful made : O what a riddle of abfurdity ! Leisure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels ; How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leifure is our curfe ; like that of Cain , It makes us wander ...
Side 27
... those terms was Time ( heav'ns ftranger ! ) fent On his important embaffy to man . Lorenzo ! no : on the long deftin'd hour , From everlasting ages growing ripe , 1 That memorable hour of wond'rous birth , When the DREAD NIGHT THE SECOND .
... those terms was Time ( heav'ns ftranger ! ) fent On his important embaffy to man . Lorenzo ! no : on the long deftin'd hour , From everlasting ages growing ripe , 1 That memorable hour of wond'rous birth , When the DREAD NIGHT THE SECOND .
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Side 16 - 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.
Side 17 - 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.
Side 16 - 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.
Side 5 - 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.
Side 33 - 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.
Side 85 - 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...
Side 17 - ... 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.
Side 16 - How excellent that life they ne'er will lead! Time lodg'd in their own hands is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's to wisdom they consign ; The thing they can't but purpose they postpone.
Side 103 - Virtue, for ever frail, as fair, below, Her tender nature suffers in the crowd, Nor touches on the world, without a stain : The world's infectious ; few bring back at eve, Immaculate, the manners of the morn.
Side 7 - Embryos we must be till we burst the shell, Yon ambient azure shell, and spring to life, The life of gods, O transport ! and of man. Yet man, fool man ! here buries all his thoughts ; Inters celestial hopes without one sigh.