The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Added, a Paraphrase on Part of the Book of Job..Printed in the year, 1771 - 263 sider |
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... dark domain , Is funshine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess ! from her Ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fcepter o'er a slumb'ring world : Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
... dark domain , Is funshine to the colour of my fate . Night , fable goddess ! from her Ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now ftretches forth Her leaden fcepter o'er a slumb'ring world : Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ...
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... Darkness ! folemn fifters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurfe the tender thought To Reason , and on Reafon build Refolve ( That column of true majefty in man ) Affift me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave , your kingdom ...
... Darkness ! folemn fifters ! twins From ancient Night , who nurfe the tender thought To Reason , and on Reafon build Refolve ( That column of true majefty in man ) Affift me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave , your kingdom ...
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... dark postern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleafing Paft ; In queft of wretchedness perverfely ftrays ; And ...
... dark postern of time long elaps'd , Led foftly , by the stillness of the night , Led , like a murderer , ( and fuch it proves ! ) Strays ( wretched rover ! ) o'er the pleafing Paft ; In queft of wretchedness perverfely ftrays ; And ...
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... darkness what a change From yesterday ! thy darling hope fo near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flufli'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted fcheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rofe fo red , Unfaded e'er it ...
... darkness what a change From yesterday ! thy darling hope fo near , ( Long - labour'd prize ! ) O how ambition flufli'd ... dark , Smil'd at thy well - concerted fcheme , and beckon'd The worm to riot on that rofe fo red , Unfaded e'er it ...
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... d of thy lay . Yet be not vain ; there are , who thine excel , And charm thro ' diftant ages : wrapt in shade , Prifoners of darkness ! to the silent Hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull On LIFE , DEATH , and IMMORTALITY .
... d of thy lay . Yet be not vain ; there are , who thine excel , And charm thro ' diftant ages : wrapt in shade , Prifoners of darkness ! to the silent Hours , How often I repeat their rage divine , To lull On LIFE , DEATH , and IMMORTALITY .
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æther againſt Ambition angels art thou becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs boaft bofom Book of JOB boundleſs caufe dark darkneſs death defcend DEITY deſpair diftant divine doft dread duft e'er earth eternal ev'ry facred fame fate fcene feems feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fink firft fkies flame fleeps fmile foar fome fong fons fool foon foul immortal fpirit ftars ftill ftrange ftrike fuch fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hour human juft laft lefs life's Lorenzo man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er Paffion paft pain peace Pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud Reafon rife ſcene Senfe ſhall ſkies ſphere thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thought thouſand thro throne triumph truth vaft virtue wafte whofe wife wing Wiſdom wretched
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Side 7 - ... 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 20 - Nature, in zeal for human amity, Denies or damps an undivided joy. Joy is an import; joy is an exchange; Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two: Rich fruit!
Side 68 - Our life, tho' still more rapid in its flow, Nor mark the much irrevocably laps'd, And mingled with the sea.
Side 2 - Death ! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. The sun himself by thy permission shines, And one day thou shalt pluck him from his sphere...
Side 17 - 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 45 - He rose! he rose! he burst the bars of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of Glory to come in. Who is the King of Glory ? he who left His throne of glory for the pang of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates!
Side 2 - tis the common lot: In this shape or in that has Fate entail'd The mother's throes on all of woman born, Not more the children than sure heirs of pain.
Side 19 - To gentle life's descent We shut our eyes, and think it is a plain. We take fair days in winter, for the spring; And turn our blessings into bane.