The complaint: or, Night-thoughts on life, death, and immortality: To which is added, a paraphrase on part of the Book of Job..
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Æther Ambition Angels Archangels art thou Beam beneath bids blest Bliss Blood Divine boast Book of Job boundless canst Charms Chimæras Creation Darkness Death deep Deity Delight deny'd divine dost dreadful Dust e'er Earth endless Eternity Ev'n ev'ry fair Fame Fate Flame fond Fool Friend give glorious Glory Gods Grave Grief Groan Guilt Happiness Heart Heav'n Hope Hour human illustrious Infidels Light Lise Lise's live Lorenzo Love Lustre Man's Mankind Midnight mighty Mind mortal Narcissa Nature Nature's ne'er Night nought Numbers o'er Omnipotence Orbs Pain Passion Peace Pleasure Pow'r Praise Pride proud Reason rise sacred Scene seeble seel Sense Shades Sigh Sight Skies Smile Song Soul immortal Sphere Stars Stings strange Sublime Tempest thee Theme Thine Thought thro Throne thy Disease Tomb tremble Triumph Truth Virtue Virtue's Wing Wisdom Wise Wonder World wretched
Página 3 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Página 18 - Strikes thro' 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.
Página 64 - What is this life ? How few their fav'rite know ! Fond in the dark, and blind in our embrace, By passionately loving life, we make Lov'd life unlovely; hugging her to death. We give to Time Eternity's regard; And, dreaming, take our passage for our port. Life has no value as an end, but means; An end deplorable ! a means divine ! When 'tis our all, 'tis nothing ; worse than...
Página 91 - Religion's All. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next...
Página 93 - ... ?—Thou, my all! My theme, my inspiration, and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth !—my world ! My light in darkness! and my life in death ! My boast through time!
Página 101 - Till one calls him, who varies not his call, " But holds him fast, in chains of darkness bound, " Till nature dies, and judgment sets him free; " A freedom far less welcome than his chain...
Página 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Página 51 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good!
Página 71 - These 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 feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.