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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... shew his face , " Where Y must torture his invention , " To flatter knaves , or lose his pension . " This , however , might be mere report , at this pe- riod , since Swift was not over nice in his authorities , and nothing is more ...
... shew his face , " Where Y must torture his invention , " To flatter knaves , or lose his pension . " This , however , might be mere report , at this pe- riod , since Swift was not over nice in his authorities , and nothing is more ...
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... shew his last token of affections by leaving her remains as secure as possible from those savages , who would have denied .. her a christian burial : for at that time , an Englishman in this country was looked upon as an heretic ...
... shew his last token of affections by leaving her remains as secure as possible from those savages , who would have denied .. her a christian burial : for at that time , an Englishman in this country was looked upon as an heretic ...
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... the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below . What if ( since daring on so nice a theme ) I shew thee friendship delicate , as dear , Of tender violations apt to die ? Reserve will wound 38 NIGHT 11 . THE COMPLAINT .
... the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below . What if ( since daring on so nice a theme ) I shew thee friendship delicate , as dear , Of tender violations apt to die ? Reserve will wound 38 NIGHT 11 . THE COMPLAINT .
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... shew the door , Call for my bier , and point me to the dust . O thou great Arbiter of life and death ! Nature's immortal , immaterial sun ! Whose all - prolific beam late call'd me forth From darkness , teeming darkness , where I lay ...
... shew the door , Call for my bier , and point me to the dust . O thou great Arbiter of life and death ! Nature's immortal , immaterial sun ! Whose all - prolific beam late call'd me forth From darkness , teeming darkness , where I lay ...
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... song to reach my lofty theme ! Inspire me , Night ! with all thy tuneful spheres ! Much rather thou ! who dost these spheres inspire F 1 . Whilst I with seraphs share seraphic themes , And shew THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 61.
... song to reach my lofty theme ! Inspire me , Night ! with all thy tuneful spheres ! Much rather thou ! who dost these spheres inspire F 1 . Whilst I with seraphs share seraphic themes , And shew THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH . 61.
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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.