The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality. : To which is Added, A Paraphrase on Part of the Book of JobA. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 326 sider |
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... live ! they greatly live a Life on Earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an Eye Of Tenderness , let heav'nly Pity fall On me , more juftly number'd with the Dead . This is the Defart , this the Solitude : How populous ! how vital ...
... live ! they greatly live a Life on Earth Unkindled , unconceiv'd ; and from an Eye Of Tenderness , let heav'nly Pity fall On me , more juftly number'd with the Dead . This is the Defart , this the Solitude : How populous ! how vital ...
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... live , " For ever on the Brink of being born . All pay themselves the Compliment to think They , one Day , fhall not drivel ; and their Pride On this Reverfion takes up ready Praise ; At least , their own ; their future Selves applauds ...
... live , " For ever on the Brink of being born . All pay themselves the Compliment to think They , one Day , fhall not drivel ; and their Pride On this Reverfion takes up ready Praise ; At least , their own ; their future Selves applauds ...
Side 20
... lives as they defire . Where is that Thrift , that Avarice of TIME , ( O glorious Avarice ! ) Thought of Death infpires , As rumour'd Robberies endear our Gold ? O Time ! than Gold more facred ; more a Load Than Lead , to Fools ; and ...
... lives as they defire . Where is that Thrift , that Avarice of TIME , ( O glorious Avarice ! ) Thought of Death infpires , As rumour'd Robberies endear our Gold ? O Time ! than Gold more facred ; more a Load Than Lead , to Fools ; and ...
Side 21
... live : And is it then a Trifle , too , to die ? — Thou fay'ft I preach , LORENZO ! ' Tis confeft . What , if for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants Amusement in the Flame of Battle ? Is it not Treafon , to the Soul immortal ...
... live : And is it then a Trifle , too , to die ? — Thou fay'ft I preach , LORENZO ! ' Tis confeft . What , if for once , I preach thee quite awake ? Who wants Amusement in the Flame of Battle ? Is it not Treafon , to the Soul immortal ...
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... live . Time wafted is Existence , us'd is Life . And bare Exiftence , Man , to live ordain'd , Wrings , and oppreffes with enormous Weight . And why ? fince Time was giv'n for Ufe , not Waste , Injoin'd to fly ; with Tempeft , Tide ...
... live . Time wafted is Existence , us'd is Life . And bare Exiftence , Man , to live ordain'd , Wrings , and oppreffes with enormous Weight . And why ? fince Time was giv'n for Ufe , not Waste , Injoin'd to fly ; with Tempeft , Tide ...
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Side 14 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Side 14 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.
Side 5 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Side 34 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Side 260 - One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the DEITY. How boundless in magnificence and might ! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies.
Side 55 - Death is the crown of life : Were death denied, poor man would live in vain : Were death denied, to live would not be life: Were death denied, e'en fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure; we fall, we rise, we reign! Spring from our fetters, fasten in the skies, Where blooming Eden withers in our sight. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost! This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
Side 13 - There's no prerogative in human hours. In human hearts what bolder thought can rise Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn? Where is to-morrow? In another world. For numbers this is certain; the reverse Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps...
Side 303 - And shot, ambitious of unbounded scenes, Beyond the flaming limits of the world Her gloomy flight. But what avails the flight Of Fancy, when our hearts remain below ? Virtue abounds in flatterers and foes ; Tis pride to praise her, penance to perform. To more than words, to more than worth of tongue, Lorenzo ! rise, at this auspicious hour, An hour when...
Side 49 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
Side 137 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th