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Page 115
Art , brainless Art , our furious charioteer , ( For Nature's voice unftifled would recall ) Drives headlong tow'rds the precipice of Death ; Death , most our dread ; Death thus more dread ful made ; O what a riddle of absurdity !
Art , brainless Art , our furious charioteer , ( For Nature's voice unftifled would recall ) Drives headlong tow'rds the precipice of Death ; Death , most our dread ; Death thus more dread ful made ; O what a riddle of absurdity !
Page 117
Hence our unnatural quarrel with ourselves ; Our thoughts at enmity ; our bosom - broil ; We push Time from us , and we wish him back ; Lavish of luftrums , and yet fond of life ; Life we think long , and short ; Death seek , and shun ...
Hence our unnatural quarrel with ourselves ; Our thoughts at enmity ; our bosom - broil ; We push Time from us , and we wish him back ; Lavish of luftrums , and yet fond of life ; Life we think long , and short ; Death seek , and shun ...
Page 133
Heav'n waits not the last moment ; owns her friends On this fide death , and points them out to men , A le & ture silent , but of sov'reign pow'r ! To Vice , confusion ; and to Virtue , peace . Whatever farce the boasted hero plays ...
Heav'n waits not the last moment ; owns her friends On this fide death , and points them out to men , A le & ture silent , but of sov'reign pow'r ! To Vice , confusion ; and to Virtue , peace . Whatever farce the boasted hero plays ...
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Collin and Lucy a Ballad | 84 |
On the Death of the Lord Protector | 91 |
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