The Complaint: Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalityJohnson and Warner, 1816 - 351 páginas |
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... Peace , with a poetical Dedication to Voltaire , in which the above incident seems alluded to in these lines , " On Dorset downs , when Milton's page " With Sin and Death provok'd thy rage . " In 1734 he printed an Argument for Peace ...
... Peace , with a poetical Dedication to Voltaire , in which the above incident seems alluded to in these lines , " On Dorset downs , when Milton's page " With Sin and Death provok'd thy rage . " In 1734 he printed an Argument for Peace ...
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... peace was " slain ; " And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her ❝ horn . I take the liberty of inserting here a passage from a letter written by Mr. W. Taylor , from Montpellier , to his sister , Mrs. Mouncher , in the preceding ...
... peace was " slain ; " And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her ❝ horn . I take the liberty of inserting here a passage from a letter written by Mr. W. Taylor , from Montpellier , to his sister , Mrs. Mouncher , in the preceding ...
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... peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd in human life ? How wanes my borrow'd ...
... peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn . O Cynthia ! why so pale ? dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd in human life ? How wanes my borrow'd ...
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... peace ; Man's caution often into danger turns , And his guard falling , crushes him to death . Not Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish ; How distant oft the thing we dote on most , From that for ...
... peace ; Man's caution often into danger turns , And his guard falling , crushes him to death . Not Happiness itself makes good her name ; Our very wishes give us not our wish ; How distant oft the thing we dote on most , From that for ...
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... , like foes in civil war , Like bosom - friendships to resentment sour'd , With rage envenom'd rise against our peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire : NIGHT FIRST . 35.
... , like foes in civil war , Like bosom - friendships to resentment sour'd , With rage envenom'd rise against our peace . Beware what earth calls happiness ; beware All joys , but joys that never can expire : NIGHT FIRST . 35.
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Términos y frases comunes
ambition angels art thou awful beam beneath bids bless'd blest bliss blood divine boast boundless call'd charms creation Dæmons dark death Deity delight deny'd divine dost dread dust Earl of Litchfield earth EDWARD YOUNG endless eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fate flame flow'r fond fool give glorious glory gods grave grief guilt happiness heart Heav'n Henry Pelham hope hour human illustrious Infidel life's light live LORENZO lustre man's mankind midnight mind mortal NARCISSA Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts nought numbers o'er Omnipotence pain passion peace PHILANDER pleasure pow'r praise pride proud racters reason rise sacred scene sense shew shines sigh sight skies smile song soul immortal sphere stars strange thee theme thine thought thro throne tomb triumph truth virtue virtue's Winchester College wing wisdom wise wish wonder wretched ye stars
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Página 38 - 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.
Página 27 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!
Página 38 - Strikes through 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 : E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.
Página 29 - 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.
Página 27 - An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, . And in myself am lost ! at home a stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own: how reason reels!
Página 31 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Página 81 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave : The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Página 25 - TIRED 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.
Página 56 - 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.
Página 259 - Their no joys end where his full feast begins ; His joys create, theirs murder, future bliss. To triumph in existence his alone ; And his alone triumphantly to think His true existence is not yet begun. His glorious course was, yesterday, complete ; Death then was welcome ; yet life still is sweet.