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... filent , fave when the rude blast Howl'd difmally round the old pile ; Over weed - cover'd fragments ftill fearless the pafs'd , And arriv'd at the innermoft ruin at last , Where the alder - tree grew in the aisle . Well pleas'd did the ...
... filent , fave when the rude blast Howl'd difmally round the old pile ; Over weed - cover'd fragments ftill fearless the pafs'd , And arriv'd at the innermoft ruin at last , Where the alder - tree grew in the aisle . Well pleas'd did the ...
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... filent ; the ftranger complies ; His vizor he flowly unclos'd ; - Oh ! then what a fight met Fair Imogine's eyes ! What words can exprefs her difmay and surprise , When a skeleton's head was expos'd ! All present then utter'd a terrify ...
... filent ; the ftranger complies ; His vizor he flowly unclos'd ; - Oh ! then what a fight met Fair Imogine's eyes ! What words can exprefs her difmay and surprise , When a skeleton's head was expos'd ! All present then utter'd a terrify ...
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... filent bed of death , Rememb'ring thy last look , and anxious eye , Shall gaze around , unvifited , and die ! Friend of mankind , farewell ! —these tears we shed , So nature dictates , o'er thy earthly bed ; Yet we forget not it was his ...
... filent bed of death , Rememb'ring thy last look , and anxious eye , Shall gaze around , unvifited , and die ! Friend of mankind , farewell ! —these tears we shed , So nature dictates , o'er thy earthly bed ; Yet we forget not it was his ...
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... filent dead ? Why fpurns the spirit its incumbʼring clay , And longs to foar to happier realms away ? Does Heav'n , unjust , the fond defire instill , To add to mortal woes another ill ? Is there , through all the intellectual frame ...
... filent dead ? Why fpurns the spirit its incumbʼring clay , And longs to foar to happier realms away ? Does Heav'n , unjust , the fond defire instill , To add to mortal woes another ill ? Is there , through all the intellectual frame ...
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... pompous epitaphs are fpread , In mem❜ry of the virtues of the dead ; Vain wafle of praife ! fince , flatt'ring or fincere , The judgment - day alone will make appear . How filent is this little fpot of ground ! How [ 3 ]
... pompous epitaphs are fpread , In mem❜ry of the virtues of the dead ; Vain wafle of praife ! fince , flatt'ring or fincere , The judgment - day alone will make appear . How filent is this little fpot of ground ! How [ 3 ]
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Page 4 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 4 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 1 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Page 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.