Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... death all conq'ring ! at thy feet muft fall , Before the dawning of that glorious morn , When thou fhalt yield , and God be all in all . IX . Then from the filent grave and op'ning tomb Sheil each - reviving tenant lift his head * , And ...
... death all conq'ring ! at thy feet muft fall , Before the dawning of that glorious morn , When thou fhalt yield , and God be all in all . IX . Then from the filent grave and op'ning tomb Sheil each - reviving tenant lift his head * , And ...
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... Death conquers all , and time's fubduing hand , Nor tombs nor marble flatues can withstand * . Mark yonder afhes , in confusion spread ! Compare earth's living tenants with her dead ! How friking the resemblance yet how just ! Once life ...
... Death conquers all , and time's fubduing hand , Nor tombs nor marble flatues can withstand * . Mark yonder afhes , in confusion spread ! Compare earth's living tenants with her dead ! How friking the resemblance yet how just ! Once life ...
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... Death levels all ; nor parts nor pow'rs can fave ; Milton himself must moulder in the grave , Who fung and prov'd with infpiration ftrong , The foul immortal , in immortal fong . · Hark ! thus death fpeaks ; ingenious fons of men , Why ...
... Death levels all ; nor parts nor pow'rs can fave ; Milton himself must moulder in the grave , Who fung and prov'd with infpiration ftrong , The foul immortal , in immortal fong . · Hark ! thus death fpeaks ; ingenious fons of men , Why ...
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... Death came unlook'd for , from his grafping hands Down dropt his bags , and mortgages of lands . Beneath that ... death defeats . YOUNG . Beauty at beft is but a fading flower ; Difeafe and death deftroy it in an hour . Gold was his god ...
... Death came unlook'd for , from his grafping hands Down dropt his bags , and mortgages of lands . Beneath that ... death defeats . YOUNG . Beauty at beft is but a fading flower ; Difeafe and death deftroy it in an hour . Gold was his god ...
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... death his vanity furvives , And on his tomb , all of Hortenfio lives ! Around me , as I turn my wand'ring eyes , Unumber'd graves in awful profpect rife , Whofe flones fay only when their owners dy'd , If young , or aged , and to whom ...
... death his vanity furvives , And on his tomb , all of Hortenfio lives ! Around me , as I turn my wand'ring eyes , Unumber'd graves in awful profpect rife , Whofe flones fay only when their owners dy'd , If young , or aged , and to whom ...
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Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
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