The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, & Immortality..A. Millar ... and R. Dodsley, 1750 - 404 psl. |
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... Pass to Death ; to break those Bars Of Terror , and Abhorrence , Nature throws Cross our obftructed Way ; and , thus , to make Welcome , as fafe , our Port from ev'ry Storm . Each 1 Each Friend by Fate snatch'd from us , is NARCISSA . 59.
... Pass to Death ; to break those Bars Of Terror , and Abhorrence , Nature throws Cross our obftructed Way ; and , thus , to make Welcome , as fafe , our Port from ev'ry Storm . Each 1 Each Friend by Fate snatch'd from us , is NARCISSA . 59.
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The Complaint, Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality Edward Young Visos knygos peržiūra - 1766 |
The complaint or Night-thoughts on life, death, and immortality Edward Young Visos knygos peržiūra - 1860 |
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Æther Ambition Angels art thou aſk Becauſe beneath beſt bids Bleſſings bleſt Bliſs Cauſe cloſe Darkness Death defcend DEITY diſtant divine Doſt dreadful Duft Duſt Earth Eternity Ev'n ev'ry Fame Fate firſt Flame fome Fool foon Friend fuch give Glory Grave Guilt Happiness Haſte Heart Heav'n Hope Hour human Immortal inſpire itſelf juſt laſt leſs Life's loft LORENZO Love Man's Mankind mortal moſt Muſe muſt Nature Nature's ne'er Night nought Numbers o'er Paffion Pain Paſſion paſt Peace Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe preſent Pride proud Reaſon rife riſe ſay Scene ſee ſeen Senſe ſet ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhew ſhines ſhort ſhould Skies ſmall ſmile ſome Song Soul ſpeak Sphere ſpread ſtand Stars ſtill ſtrange ſtrike ſuch ſure ſweet Taſte thee Theme theſe Thine thoſe Thought thro Throne Triumph Truth Univerſe vaſt Virtue Waſte whoſe Wife Wing Wisdom Wiſh World wretched
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20 psl. - 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.
7 psl. - 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.
10 psl. - 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.
20 psl. - 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.
73 psl. - 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
165 psl. - 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.
91 psl. - ... ?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!
40 psl. - 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.
79 psl. - 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.
128 psl. - 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.