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 20
... world . The world , that gulph of fouls , immortal fouls , Souls elevate , angelic , wing'd with fire To reach the diftant skies , and triumph there On thrones which fhall not mourn their mafters chang'd ; 20 Night 2 . THE COMPLAINT .
... world . The world , that gulph of fouls , immortal fouls , Souls elevate , angelic , wing'd with fire To reach the diftant skies , and triumph there On thrones which fhall not mourn their mafters chang'd ; 20 Night 2 . THE COMPLAINT .
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... triumph ! man's profoundest fill The Death - bed of the juft ! is yet undrawn By mortal hand ; it merits a divine : Angels fhould paint it , angels ever THERE ; There , on a poft of honour , and of joy .. Dare I prefume , then ? but ...
... triumph ! man's profoundest fill The Death - bed of the juft ! is yet undrawn By mortal hand ; it merits a divine : Angels fhould paint it , angels ever THERE ; There , on a poft of honour , and of joy .. Dare I prefume , then ? but ...
Side 40
... triumph of our mould'ring clay ; DEATH , of the fpirit infinite ! divine ! DEATH has no dread , but what frail LIFE imparts ; Nor LIFE true joy , but what kind DEATH improves . No biifs has LIFE to boaft , till death can give Far ...
... triumph of our mould'ring clay ; DEATH , of the fpirit infinite ! divine ! DEATH has no dread , but what frail LIFE imparts ; Nor LIFE true joy , but what kind DEATH improves . No biifs has LIFE to boaft , till death can give Far ...
Side 42
... TRIUMPH . Containing our only Cure for the FEAR of DEATH , and proper Sentiments of Heart on that ineftimable Bleffing . To the Honourable Mr. YORK E. A Much - indebted mufe , Amid the fmiles of fortune , and of youth . I hine ear is ...
... TRIUMPH . Containing our only Cure for the FEAR of DEATH , and proper Sentiments of Heart on that ineftimable Bleffing . To the Honourable Mr. YORK E. A Much - indebted mufe , Amid the fmiles of fortune , and of youth . I hine ear is ...
Side 43
... world is dead ; A new world rises , and new manners reign : Foreign comedians , a spruce band ! arrive . To push me from the scene , or hifs me there . What a pert race ftarts up the strangers gaze , The CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 43.
... world is dead ; A new world rises , and new manners reign : Foreign comedians , a spruce band ! arrive . To push me from the scene , or hifs me there . What a pert race ftarts up the strangers gaze , The CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 43.
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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.