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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Side 3
... , 1 into danger turns , ing , crushes him to death . elf makes good her name ; ive us not our with . he thing we doat on moft , ich we doat , Felicity ? urfe of nature has its pains , On LIFE , DEATH , and Monta , fr . 7 and IMMORTALITY .
... , 1 into danger turns , ing , crushes him to death . elf makes good her name ; ive us not our with . he thing we doat on moft , ich we doat , Felicity ? urfe of nature has its pains , On LIFE , DEATH , and Monta , fr . 7 and IMMORTALITY .
Side 5
... death . itself makes good her name ; give us not our with . t the thing we doat on moft , which we doat , Felicity ? courfe of nature has its pains , • • Strikes empires from the root ; each Moment On Live, Dista, m? ...
... death . itself makes good her name ; give us not our with . t the thing we doat on moft , which we doat , Felicity ? courfe of nature has its pains , • • Strikes empires from the root ; each Moment On Live, Dista, m? ...
Side 7
... wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The Smootheft courfe of nature has its pains , 1 And Trueft friends , thro ' error , wound our On LIFE , DEATH , and IMMORTALITY . 7.
... wish . How diftant oft the thing we doat on moft , From that for which we doat , Felicity ? The Smootheft courfe of nature has its pains , 1 And Trueft friends , thro ' error , wound our On LIFE , DEATH , and IMMORTALITY . 7.
Side 9
... moft fure ; And in its favours formidable too ; Its favours here are Irials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not discharge from care ; And should alarm us , full as much as woes ; Awake us to their Caufe , and Confequence : And make us ...
... moft fure ; And in its favours formidable too ; Its favours here are Irials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not discharge from care ; And should alarm us , full as much as woes ; Awake us to their Caufe , and Confequence : And make us ...
Side 15
... moft our dread ; death thus more dreadful ma what a riddle of abfurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels , How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leifure is our curfe , like that of Cain It makes us wander ...
... moft our dread ; death thus more dreadful ma what a riddle of abfurdity ! Leifure is pain ; takes off our chariot - wheels , How heavily we drag the load of life ! Bleft leifure is our curfe , like that of Cain It makes us wander ...
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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.