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 pages |
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... Spirits ebb , when Life's inchanting Scenes Their Luftre lofe , and leffen in our Sight , ( As Lands , and Cities with their glitt'ring Spires , To the poor fhatter'd Bark , by fudden Storm Thrown off to Sea , and foon to perish there ) ...
... Spirits ebb , when Life's inchanting Scenes Their Luftre lofe , and leffen in our Sight , ( As Lands , and Cities with their glitt'ring Spires , To the poor fhatter'd Bark , by fudden Storm Thrown off to Sea , and foon to perish there ) ...
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... Spirit walks of ev'ry Day deceas'd , And smiles an Angel ; or a Fury frowns . Nor Death , nor Life , delight us . If Time past , And Time poff , both pain us , what can pleafe ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , Time us'd . The ...
... Spirit walks of ev'ry Day deceas'd , And smiles an Angel ; or a Fury frowns . Nor Death , nor Life , delight us . If Time past , And Time poff , both pain us , what can pleafe ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , Time us'd . The ...
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... Spirit , of a Friend , For twenty Summers ripening by my Side ; All Feculence of Falfhood long thrown down ; All focial Virtues rifing in his Soul ; As Crystal clear ; and fmiling , as they rife ! Here Nectar flows ; it sparkles in our ...
... Spirit , of a Friend , For twenty Summers ripening by my Side ; All Feculence of Falfhood long thrown down ; All focial Virtues rifing in his Soul ; As Crystal clear ; and fmiling , as they rife ! Here Nectar flows ; it sparkles in our ...
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... Spirit nurst In blind Infallibility's Embrace , The Sainted Spirit petrify'd the Breast ; Deny'd the Charity of Duft , to spread O'er Duft ! a Charity their Dogs enjoy . What cou'd I do ? what Succour ? what Resource ? With pious ...
... Spirit nurst In blind Infallibility's Embrace , The Sainted Spirit petrify'd the Breast ; Deny'd the Charity of Duft , to spread O'er Duft ! a Charity their Dogs enjoy . What cou'd I do ? what Succour ? what Resource ? With pious ...
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... Spirit infinite ! divine ! Death has no Dread , but what frail Life imparts ; Nor Life true Joy , but what kind Death improves . No Blifs has Life to boaft , till Death can give Far greater ; Life's a Debtor to the Grave , Dark Lattice ...
... Spirit infinite ! divine ! Death has no Dread , but what frail Life imparts ; Nor Life true Joy , but what kind Death improves . No Blifs has Life to boaft , till Death can give Far greater ; Life's a Debtor to the Grave , Dark Lattice ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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