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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... lights on lids unfully'd with a tear . From fhort , ( as usual ) and disturb'd repose , I wake : How happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if dreams infeft the grave . I wake emerging from a fea of dreams Tumultuous ; where ...
... lights on lids unfully'd with a tear . From fhort , ( as usual ) and disturb'd repose , I wake : How happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if dreams infeft the grave . I wake emerging from a fea of dreams Tumultuous ; where ...
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... light , The Future embryo , flumbering in his fire . Embryos we muft be , till we burft the fhell , Yon ambient , azure shell , and fpring to life . The life of gods ; O tranfport ! and of man . Yet man , fool man ! Here buries all his ...
... light , The Future embryo , flumbering in his fire . Embryos we muft be , till we burft the fhell , Yon ambient , azure shell , and fpring to life . The life of gods ; O tranfport ! and of man . Yet man , fool man ! Here buries all his ...
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... light . Safe are you lodg'd above these rowling spheres ; " I he baleful influence of whofe giddy dance Sheds fad viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems with revolutions every hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More ...
... light . Safe are you lodg'd above these rowling spheres ; " I he baleful influence of whofe giddy dance Sheds fad viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems with revolutions every hour ; And rarely for the better ; or the best , More ...
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... light , The Future embryo , flumbering in I Embryos we must be , till we burft t Yon ambient , azure thell , and sprin . The life of gods ; O tranfport ! and Yet mar , fool man ! Hère buries Irters celestial hopes without one fig ...
... light , The Future embryo , flumbering in I Embryos we must be , till we burft t Yon ambient , azure thell , and sprin . The life of gods ; O tranfport ! and Yet mar , fool man ! Hère buries Irters celestial hopes without one fig ...
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... light La ren varrit patet , place , and best , What golden joys ambrofial cluft'r ach , hết ngete so budy in my pe On life's fair tree , faft by the thru ! may caught så tray j In His full beam , and ripen for se sack poden dimengelaps ...
... light La ren varrit patet , place , and best , What golden joys ambrofial cluft'r ach , hết ngete so budy in my pe On life's fair tree , faft by the thru ! may caught så tray j In His full beam , and ripen for se sack poden dimengelaps ...
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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.