Death: a poetical essay

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Page 19 - At thy good time Let Death approach ; I reck not — let him but come In genuine form, not with thy vengeance arm'd, Too much for man to bear.
Page 12 - Twas not enough, By subtle Fraud, to snatch a single life, Puny impiety ! whole kingdoms fell To sate the lust of power ; more horrid still, The foulest stain and scandal of our nature Became its boast. — One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.
Page 12 - Ah ! why will Kings forget that they are Men ? And Men that they are brethren ? Why delight In human sacrifice ? Why burst the ties Of Nature, that should knit their souls together In one soft bond of amity and love...
Page 11 - Along the gentle slope of life's decline He bent his gradual way, till full of years He dropt like mellow fruit into his grave.
Page 19 - Casts back a wishful look, and fondly clings To her frail prop, unwilling to be wrench'd From this fair...
Page 10 - Temperance rul'd his board, Tir'd with his daily toil, at early eve He sunk to sudden rest; gentle and pure As breath of evening zephyr and as sweet Were all his slumbers ; with the sun he rose, Alert and vigorous as he, to run His destin'd course.
Page 20 - To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And oh ! still harder lesson ! how to die ; Disdain not Thou to smooth the restless bed Of Sickness and of Pain. Forgive the tear That feeble Nature drops, calm all her fears, Wake all her hopes, and animate her faith, Till my rapt soul, anticipating Heav'n, Bursts from the thraldom of incumb'ring clay, And on the wing of ecstasy upborne, Springs into Liberty, and Light, and Life.
Page 6 - Apoplex Full-gorg'd. — There too the Pestilence that walks In darkness, and the Sickness that destroys At broad noon-day. These and a thousand more, Horrid to tell, attentive wait; and, when By Heaven's command Death waves his ebon wand, Sudden rush forth to execute his purpose, And scatter desolation o'er the earth. Ill-fated Man, for whom such various forms Of misery wait, and mark their future prey ! Ah ! why, All-righteous Father, didst Thou make This creature Man? Why wake th...
Page 7 - And fcatter defolation o'er the Earth. Ill-fated Man, for whom fuch various forms Of Mis'ry wait, and mark their future prey ! Ah! why, ALL-RIGHTEOUS FATHER, didft thou make This Creature Man ? why wake th...
Page 8 - But what was good. He made a living Soul; The wretched Mortal was the work of Man. Forth from his Maker's hands he sprung to life, Fresh with immortal bloom ; no pain he knew, No fear of change, no check to his desires, Save one command. That one command, which stood 'Twixt him and death, the test of his obedience, Urg'd on by wanton curiosity, He broke. There in one moment was undone The fairest of God's works.

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