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The Complaint, Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1766
The complaint, or, Night-thoughts on life, death, & immortality
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1743
The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality ...
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1758
ambition angels awful beneath blest bliss cause creation dark dead death deep Deity delight divine dread dust earth eternal fair fall fate fear feel fire flame fond fool future give glory gods grave guilt hand happiness hear heart heaven hope hour human immortal kind leave less light live look Lorenzo man’s mankind mean mind mortal nature nature’s never night o'er once pain passion past peace pleasure poor praise present pride proud reason rich rise round scene seen sense shines sigh sight skies smile song soon soul speak sphere spirit stars strange strike sure tell thee theme thine things thou thought thousand throne triumph true truth turn virtue whole wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched
Side 22 - 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 13 - Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose I wake : how happy they who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
Side 23 - 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 23 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
Side 59 - 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 230 - What am I ? and from whence ? — I nothing know, But that I am; and, since I am, conclude Something eternal : had there e'er been nought, Nought still had been : eternal there must be.
Side 59 - The world's a stately bark, on dang'rous seas, With pleasure seen, but boarded at our peril; Here, on a single plank, thrown safe ashore, I hear the tumult of the distant throng, As that of seas remote, or dying storms : And meditate on scenes, more silent still ; Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death.
Side 113 - J on Alps ; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself: Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids: Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall.