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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... foul ; My foul which flies to thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to the gold , while others reft . Thro ' this opaque of Nature and of Soul , This double night , tranfmit one pitying ray , To lighten , and to chear . O lead my ...
... foul ; My foul which flies to thee , her truft , her treasure , As mifers to the gold , while others reft . Thro ' this opaque of Nature and of Soul , This double night , tranfmit one pitying ray , To lighten , and to chear . O lead my ...
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... foul phantaftic measures trod , O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathlefs woods ; or down the craggy fteep Hul'd headlong , fwam with pain the man led pool ; Or fcal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic ...
... foul phantaftic measures trod , O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd along the gloom Of pathlefs woods ; or down the craggy fteep Hul'd headlong , fwam with pain the man led pool ; Or fcal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic ...
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... fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal fpending all her fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptur'd , or alarm'd , At aught this scene can threaten , or indulge , Refembles Ocean into tempeft ...
... fouls immortal in the duft ? A foul immortal fpending all her fires , Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptur'd , or alarm'd , At aught this scene can threaten , or indulge , Refembles Ocean into tempeft ...
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... foul ! How like a worm was I wrapt round and round In filken thought , with reptile Fancy fpun , Till darken'd Reafon lay quite clouded o'er With foft conceit of endless comfort Here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the kies ...
... foul ! How like a worm was I wrapt round and round In filken thought , with reptile Fancy fpun , Till darken'd Reafon lay quite clouded o'er With foft conceit of endless comfort Here , Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the kies ...
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... fouls immortal in the A foul immortal spending all her fir Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idi Thrown into tumult , raptur'd , or al At aught this fcene can threaten , or , · Manent plays 125 2 · T They live they greatly live a life ...
... fouls immortal in the A foul immortal spending all her fir Wafting her ftrength in ftrenuous idi Thrown into tumult , raptur'd , or al At aught this fcene can threaten , or , · Manent plays 125 2 · T They live they greatly live a life ...
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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.