Death's Doings; Consisting of Numerous Original Compositions, in Verse and Prose, the Friendly Contributions of Various Writers: Principally Intended as Illustrations of Thirty Copper-plates Designed and Etched by R. Dagley. From the 2d London Ed., with Considerable Additions, Bind 1C. Ewer, 1828 |
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... hath hosts , but thou canst show Many a million for her one : Through thy gate the mortal flow Has for countless years roll'd on . Back from the tomb No step has come ; There fix'd , till the last thunder's sound Shall bid thy prisoners ...
... hath hosts , but thou canst show Many a million for her one : Through thy gate the mortal flow Has for countless years roll'd on . Back from the tomb No step has come ; There fix'd , till the last thunder's sound Shall bid thy prisoners ...
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... hath its hour , Its feverish hour of mirth , and song , and wine ; There comes a day for Grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine . " Youth and the opening Rose May look like things too glorious for decay ...
... hath its hour , Its feverish hour of mirth , and song , and wine ; There comes a day for Grief's o'erwhelming power , A time for softer tears - but all are thine . " Youth and the opening Rose May look like things too glorious for decay ...
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... Hath pass'd upon my brain- A vision of the past - the dead- That ne'er may come again ; And there was on my weary heart The weight of many years , And woes that were the sternest part Of all its griefs and fears . I have not wept - no ...
... Hath pass'd upon my brain- A vision of the past - the dead- That ne'er may come again ; And there was on my weary heart The weight of many years , And woes that were the sternest part Of all its griefs and fears . I have not wept - no ...
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... hath been the kindling glow , The bosom's inward glee , When thought hath borne itself along , A pilgrim of delight , And found , like its own realm of song , A realm for ever bright . My lot hath been a lonely one- The loneliness of 46 ...
... hath been the kindling glow , The bosom's inward glee , When thought hath borne itself along , A pilgrim of delight , And found , like its own realm of song , A realm for ever bright . My lot hath been a lonely one- The loneliness of 46 ...
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... hath been a lonely one- The loneliness of mind , That makes us while the heart is young Half scorners of our kind ; The panting of the soul that yearns For love it hath not known , The stoic pride of soul that spurns At love not like ...
... hath been a lonely one- The loneliness of mind , That makes us while the heart is young Half scorners of our kind ; The panting of the soul that yearns For love it hath not known , The stoic pride of soul that spurns At love not like ...
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Side 358 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Side 6 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Side 23 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season— all are ours to die...
Side 6 - Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Side 25 - And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?
Side 23 - ... round the joyous hearth; Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer But all for thee, thou Mightiest of the earth! The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine; There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears - but all are thine.
Side 22 - There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differeth from another star in glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead.
Side 425 - Nay, let me tell you, there be many that have forty times our estates, that would give the greatest part of it to be healthful and cheerful like us, who, with the expense of a little money, have eat, and drank, and laughed, and angled, and sung, and slept securely ; and rose next day, and cast away care, and sung, and laughed, and angled again, which are blessings rich men cannot purchase with all their money.
Side 22 - Death. Day is for mortal care ; Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ,— But all for thee, thou Mightiest of the earth.
Side 417 - I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.