The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and ImmortalitySage & Thompson, no. 149 Pearl-street, L. Nichols, print., 1805 - 258 pages |
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... fate , but mine still more unkind ; " His Eve went with him , but mine stays behind . " Another striking instance of his wit is related in reference to Voltaire : who , while in England , ( pro- bably at Mr. Doddington's seat in ...
... fate , but mine still more unkind ; " His Eve went with him , but mine stays behind . " Another striking instance of his wit is related in reference to Voltaire : who , while in England , ( pro- bably at Mr. Doddington's seat in ...
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... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre , o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear an object finds ...
... fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre , o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead ! and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear an object finds ...
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... Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins From ancient night , who nurse the tender thought To reason , and on reason build resolve , ( That column of true majesty in man ) Assist me ...
... Fate ! drop the curtain ; I can lose no more . Silence and darkness ! solemn sisters ! twins From ancient night , who nurse the tender thought To reason , and on reason build resolve , ( That column of true majesty in man ) Assist me ...
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... fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrow sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
... fate . Each moment has its sickle , emulous Of time's enormous scythe , whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root ; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrow sphere Of sweet domestic comfort , and cuts down The fairest ...
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... fate entail'd The mother's throes , on all of woman born , Not more the children , than sure heirs of pain . War , famine , pest , volcano , storm , and fire , Intestine broils , oppression , with her heart Wrapt up in triple brass ...
... fate entail'd The mother's throes , on all of woman born , Not more the children , than sure heirs of pain . War , famine , pest , volcano , storm , and fire , Intestine broils , oppression , with her heart Wrapt up in triple brass ...
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Page 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.
Page 14 - Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more. Silence and Darkness! solemn sisters! twins From ancient Night, who nurse the tender thought To reason, and on reason build resolve— That column of true majesty in man...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 232 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 55 - tis our harvest, rich And ripe : what though the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain; More than thy balm, O Gilead, heals the wound.