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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... grave . I wake emerging from a fea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd defponding thought From wave to wave of Fancy'd mifery , At random drove , her helm of reason loft : Tho ' now reftor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter ...
... grave . I wake emerging from a fea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd defponding thought From wave to wave of Fancy'd mifery , At random drove , her helm of reason loft : Tho ' now reftor'd , ' tis only change of pain , ( A bitter ...
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... grave ; The grave , your kingdom : There this frame fhall fal A victim facred to your dreary fhrine . But what are ye ? THOU , who didft put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars Exulting , fhouted o'er the rising ball ; O ...
... grave ; The grave , your kingdom : There this frame fhall fal A victim facred to your dreary fhrine . But what are ye ? THOU , who didft put to flight Primeval Silence , when the morning stars Exulting , fhouted o'er the rising ball ; O ...
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... grave : Legions of angels can't confine me there . " Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's fift dominion spread , What . tho ' my foul phantaftic measures trod , O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd ...
... grave : Legions of angels can't confine me there . " Tis paft conjecture ; all things rife in proof : While o'er my limbs Sleep's fift dominion spread , What . tho ' my foul phantaftic measures trod , O'er fairy fields ; or mourn'd ...
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... grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funeral , the fad Cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is Shadow , all beyond Is Subitance ; the reverfe is folly's Creed : How folid all ...
... grave ! This is creation's melancholy vault , The vale funeral , the fad Cypress gloom ; The land of apparitions , empty shades ! All , all on earth is Shadow , all beyond Is Subitance ; the reverfe is folly's Creed : How folid all ...
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... grave : Is eject their dead ? or fad admiffion there ? 1 Fortune's lap high - fed , of charity ? icit it in vain ! afures ! fince in pains I vifits , vifit Here , ar debauch : Give , and reduce er you : but fo great u blush at what is ...
... grave : Is eject their dead ? or fad admiffion there ? 1 Fortune's lap high - fed , of charity ? icit it in vain ! afures ! fince in pains I vifits , vifit Here , ar debauch : Give , and reduce er you : but fo great u blush at what is ...
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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.