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... the deep - toned bell ; expressive of the silent sorrow , now and then interrupted with a groan of distress , which reigned in the mournful coaches that followed . Melancholy Funeral . They stopt - and ah , my 10 REFLECTIONS ON DEATH .
... the deep - toned bell ; expressive of the silent sorrow , now and then interrupted with a groan of distress , which reigned in the mournful coaches that followed . Melancholy Funeral . They stopt - and ah , my 10 REFLECTIONS ON DEATH .
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... sorrow , and insupportable , hath hastened the throes and dire anguish of birth ; and behold the little orphan , insensible of its misery , is offered to the regene- rating font , while its father is consigned to the bowels of the earth ...
... sorrow , and insupportable , hath hastened the throes and dire anguish of birth ; and behold the little orphan , insensible of its misery , is offered to the regene- rating font , while its father is consigned to the bowels of the earth ...
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... sorrow , and difficulties ; and thy soul , thy immortal soul , gone to meet its God and its Saviour ! -the God who created , the Saviour who died to redeem it → the God whom it never desired to serve or to love ; the Saviour , whose ...
... sorrow , and difficulties ; and thy soul , thy immortal soul , gone to meet its God and its Saviour ! -the God who created , the Saviour who died to redeem it → the God whom it never desired to serve or to love ; the Saviour , whose ...
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... sorrow ; the time , though short , is yet full of misery . The natural and ac- quired evils , the evils unavoidable , and the evils brought on ourselves by our own folly , vice , and imprudence , are many , are great . Our best ...
... sorrow ; the time , though short , is yet full of misery . The natural and ac- quired evils , the evils unavoidable , and the evils brought on ourselves by our own folly , vice , and imprudence , are many , are great . Our best ...
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... sorrow , and ex- tracts all the poison from the dart of Death ! - What is that I read on yonder tomb - on which the passing moon reflects her full light , as she Christian Life and happy Death . moves majestic in brightness 24 ...
... sorrow , and ex- tracts all the poison from the dart of Death ! - What is that I read on yonder tomb - on which the passing moon reflects her full light , as she Christian Life and happy Death . moves majestic in brightness 24 ...
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affection affliction AGRICOLA Altamont anxious art thou attend Beaufort BENVOLIO blessed bliss BUBULO CHAPTER CHERIA child Christ Christian church Churchyard comfort consolation consummate dear delight desire distress dreadful Duke of Gloucester dust duty dwell earth earthly EGENO endeavoured esteem eternal everlasting evil eyes faith Father favour fear felicity fleeth forget friends Future Judgment give happy Death hath heart Heaven holy honour hope human husband important Jesus judge labour live look Lord Melancholy Funeral ment MENTOR mercy Misella miserable mortality Nash NEGOTIO never noble Oh Father OSIANDER pain parents peace perfect Petrucio pleasing pleasure poor prayer Pulcheria Redeemer Reflections religion remember Sabbath Saviour scene servants shew solemn SOPHRON sorrow soul sting stroke sure sweet tears tender thee things thou thought thyself truth unto URANIUS weeping widow Widowhood wife WILLIAM DODD wise wish wretched
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Page 1 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die — to sleep — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Page 22 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Page 21 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead who die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Page 117 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 34 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Page 199 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flam'd ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With...
Page 166 - Exhort servants to be obedient unto their own masters, and to please them well in all things; not answering again; not purloining, but showing all good fidelity; that they may adorn the doctrine of God our Saviour in all things.
Page 136 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Page 147 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 1 - For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?