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 7
... wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where feraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , faft by the throne of God . What golden joys ambrofial cluft'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the just , Where ...
... wing'd by heaven To fly at infinite ; and reach it there , Where feraphs gather immortality , On life's fair tree , faft by the throne of God . What golden joys ambrofial cluft'ring glow In His full beam , and ripen for the just , Where ...
Side 8
... wings to reach the skies ! Night - vifions may befriend , ( as fung above :) Our waking dreams are fatal : how I dreamt Of things impoffible ? ( could fleep do more ? ) Of joys perpetual in perpetual change ? Of stable pleasures on the ...
... wings to reach the skies ! Night - vifions may befriend , ( as fung above :) Our waking dreams are fatal : how I dreamt Of things impoffible ? ( could fleep do more ? ) Of joys perpetual in perpetual change ? Of stable pleasures on the ...
Side 17
... wing no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death . Even with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget Philander ...
... wing no fcar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death . Even with the tender tear which nature sheds O'er those we love , we drop it in their grave . Can I forget Philander ...
Side 18
... darkness into day ! O had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd , where I fink , and fung immortal man ! How had it bleft mankind , and rescu'd me ? THE COMPLAINT . NIGHT THE SECOND . ON TIME , 18 NIGHT THE FIRST ,
... darkness into day ! O had he mounted on his wing of fire , Soar'd , where I fink , and fung immortal man ! How had it bleft mankind , and rescu'd me ? THE COMPLAINT . NIGHT THE SECOND . ON TIME , 18 NIGHT THE FIRST ,
Side 25
... ) Time , in advance , behind him hides his wings , And feems to creep , decrepit with his age ; Behold him , when past by ; what then is feen , But his broad pinions fwifter than the winds ? And NIGHT THE SECOND , 23.
... ) Time , in advance , behind him hides his wings , And feems to creep , decrepit with his age ; Behold him , when past by ; what then is feen , But his broad pinions fwifter than the winds ? And NIGHT THE SECOND , 23.
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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.