The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which is Prefixed the Life of the Author..Parker and Bliss, 1812 - 273 pàgines |
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... spirit walks of every day deceas'd ; And fmiles an angel , or a fury frowns . Nor death , nor life , delight us . If time past , And time poffeft , both pain us , what can please ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , I I I 7 By ...
... spirit walks of every day deceas'd ; And fmiles an angel , or a fury frowns . Nor death , nor life , delight us . If time past , And time poffeft , both pain us , what can please ? That which the Deity to please ordain'd , I I I 7 By ...
Pàgina 45
... spirit nurst In blind infallibilty's embrace , The fainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Deny'd the charity of duft , to spread O'er duft ! a charity their dogs enjoy . What could I do ? what fuccour ? what refource ? With pious ...
... spirit nurst In blind infallibilty's embrace , The fainted spirit petrify'd the breast ; Deny'd the charity of duft , to spread O'er duft ! a charity their dogs enjoy . What could I do ? what fuccour ? what refource ? With pious ...
Pàgina 69
... spirit pour'd From fpirit's awful fountain ; pour'd himself Thro ' all their fouls ; but not in equal stream , Profufe , or frugal , of th ' inspiring God , As his wife plan demanded ; and when paft Their various trials , in their ...
... spirit pour'd From fpirit's awful fountain ; pour'd himself Thro ' all their fouls ; but not in equal stream , Profufe , or frugal , of th ' inspiring God , As his wife plan demanded ; and when paft Their various trials , in their ...
Pàgina 85
... Spirit ! whether the fupreme , Great antemundane Father ! in whole breast Embryo creation , unborn being , dwelt , And all its various revolutions roll'd Prefent , tho ' future ; prior to themselves ; Whose breath can blow it into ...
... Spirit ! whether the fupreme , Great antemundane Father ! in whole breast Embryo creation , unborn being , dwelt , And all its various revolutions roll'd Prefent , tho ' future ; prior to themselves ; Whose breath can blow it into ...
Pàgina 88
... spirit into grief again ? Is it a Stygian vapour in my blood ? A cold , flow puddle , creeping thro ' my veins ? Or is it thus with all men ? -Thus with all . What are we ? how unequal ! now we foar , And now we fink ; to be the same ...
... spirit into grief again ? Is it a Stygian vapour in my blood ? A cold , flow puddle , creeping thro ' my veins ? Or is it thus with all men ? -Thus with all . What are we ? how unequal ! now we foar , And now we fink ; to be the same ...
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Pàgina 11 - For what calls thy difeafe, Lorenzo ? Not For Efculapian, but for moral aid. Thou think'ft it folly to be wife too foon. Youth is not rich in time ; it may be poor : Part with it as with money, fparing ; pay No moment, but in purchafe of its worth ; And what its worth,
Pàgina 85 - The bold invader fhares the prefent hour. Each moment on the former fhuts the grave. While man is growing, life is in decreafe ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun : As tapers wafte, that inftant they take fire. Shall we then fear, left that
Pàgina 189 - ftorm ; All the black cares and tumults of this life, Like harmlefs thunders, breaking at his feet, Excite his pity, not impair his peace. Earth's genuine fons, the fcept'red, and the flave, A mingled mob ! a wand'ring herd ! he fees, Bewilder'd in the vale ; in all unlike ! His full reverfe in all ! what higher praife ? What ftronger
Pàgina 44 - The deep damp vault, the darknefs, and the worm ; Thefe are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and error's wretch, Man makes a death, which nature never made ; Then on the point of his own fancy falls ; And
Pàgina 110 - ftill. How few can refcue opulence from want ! 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 pow'r. The man of
Pàgina 63 - wit, call'd argument ; And then, exulting in their taper, cry, ' Behold the fun ;' and, Indian-like, adore. Talk they of morals ? O thou bleeding Love ! Thou maker of new morals to mankind ! The grand morality is love of thee. As wife as Socrates, if fuch they were, (Nor will they "bate
Pàgina 257 - Yon gems of heav'n ; eternity, thy prize : And leave the racers of the world their own, Their feather and their froth for endlefs toils : They part with all for that which is not bread ; They mortify, they ftarve, on wealth, fame, power ; And laugh to fcorn the fools that aim at more. How muft a fpirit,
Pàgina 251 - his balmy bath, That fupples, lubricates, and keeps in play, The various movements of this nice machine, Which aiks fuch frequent periods of repair. When tir'd with vain rotations of the day, Sleep winds us up for the fucceeding dawn ; Frefh we fpin on, till ficknefs clogs our wheels, Or death quite breaks the fpring, and motion