The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality..A. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 404 sider |
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Side 16
... fad a Sight is human Happiness , To those whofe Thought can pierce beyond an Hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whofe Heart exults ! Wouldft Wouldft thou I should congratulate thy Fate ? I know 16 The COMPLAINT : Night I.
... fad a Sight is human Happiness , To those whofe Thought can pierce beyond an Hour ! O thou ! whate'er thou art , whofe Heart exults ! Wouldft Wouldft thou I should congratulate thy Fate ? I know 16 The COMPLAINT : Night I.
Side 17
... should alarm us , full as much as Woes ; Awake us to their Caufe , and Confequence ; And make us tremble , weigh'd with our Defert ; Awe Nature's Tumult , and chaftife her Joys , Left while we clafp , we kill them ; nay invert To worse ...
... should alarm us , full as much as Woes ; Awake us to their Caufe , and Confequence ; And make us tremble , weigh'd with our Defert ; Awe Nature's Tumult , and chaftife her Joys , Left while we clafp , we kill them ; nay invert To worse ...
Side 38
... Should not each Warning give a ftrong Alarm ? Warning , far less than that of Bofom torn From Bosom , bleeding o'er the facred Dead ! Should not each Dial strike us as we pass , Portentous , as the written Wall , which struck , O'er ...
... Should not each Warning give a ftrong Alarm ? Warning , far less than that of Bofom torn From Bosom , bleeding o'er the facred Dead ! Should not each Dial strike us as we pass , Portentous , as the written Wall , which struck , O'er ...
Side 62
... should snatch the Bowl . Such of our Fine ones is the With refin'd ! So would they have it : Elegant Defire ! Why not invite the bellowing Stalls , and Wilds ? But fuch Examples might their Riot awe . Through Want of Virtue , that is ...
... should snatch the Bowl . Such of our Fine ones is the With refin'd ! So would they have it : Elegant Defire ! Why not invite the bellowing Stalls , and Wilds ? But fuch Examples might their Riot awe . Through Want of Virtue , that is ...
Side 70
... Should any born of Woman give his Thought Full Range , on juft Diflike's unbounded Field ; Of Things , the Vanity ; of Men , the Flaws ; Flaws in the Beft ; the Many , Flaw all o'er , As Leopards , fpotted , or , as Ethiops , dark ...
... Should any born of Woman give his Thought Full Range , on juft Diflike's unbounded Field ; Of Things , the Vanity ; of Men , the Flaws ; Flaws in the Beft ; the Many , Flaw all o'er , As Leopards , fpotted , or , as Ethiops , dark ...
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Æther againſt Ambition Angels art thou Becauſe beneath Bleffing bleft Blifs Bliſs Bofom boundleſs Breaſt Caufe Cauſe dark Darkneſs Death defcend DEITY diftant divine Doft dreadful Duft Earth endleſs Eternity ev'ry facred fafe Fame Fate feems feen fhall fhines fhould fink firſt Flame fleeps foar foft fome Fool foon Friend ftill ftrange fuch fure Glory Grave Guilt Happineſs Heart Heav'n Himſelf Hope human illuftrious Immortal juft laft lefs Life's loft LORENZO Love Luftre Man's Mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt Nature Nature's ne'er Night nought Numbers o'er Paffion paft Pain Peace Pleaſure Pow'r Praife Praiſe prefent Pride proud Reafon rife riſe Scene Senfe ſhall Skies Song Soul ſpeak Stars ſtill ſtrike ſtrong thee Thefe Theme Themſelves theſe Thine thofe thoſe Thought thouſand thro Throne Triumph Truth vaft Virtue whofe Wife Wing Wiſdom Wiſh Worfe World wretched
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Side 20 - 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 7 - 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 10 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Side 20 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Side 73 - Pursuing, and pursued, each other's prey ; As wolves, for rapine; as the fox, for wiles ; Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in " Here he lies :" And dust " to dust
Side 165 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Side 91 - ... ?—Thou, my all! My theme, my inspiration, and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth !—my world ! My light in darkness! and my life in death ! My boast through time!
Side 40 - Teaching, we learn; and, giving, we retain The births of intellect ; when dumb, forgot Speech ventilates our intellectual fire ; Speech burnishes our mental magazine , Brightens, for ornament ; and whets, for use.
Side 79 - The prisoner of amaze ! — in his blest life I see the path, and in his death the price, And in his great ascent the proof supreme Of immortality.
Side 128 - While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun ; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.