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306. oldal - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
306. oldal - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
332. oldal - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
284. oldal - And plucked the vine that first-born prophets plucked ; And mused on famous tombs, and on the wave Of ocean mused, and on the desert waste. The heavens and earth of every country saw. Where'er the old inspiring Genii dwelt, Aught that could rouse, expand, refine the soul, Thither he went, and meditated there.
146. oldal - I am covered with the drops of heaven. The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. To-morrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come ; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me ! So shall they search in vain for the voice of Cona, after it has failed in the field.
92. oldal - all flesh is grass, and the goodliness thereof as the flower of the field," " the word of the Lord endureth for ever.
158. oldal - God, to be judged according to the deeds done in the body.
24. oldal - I in the burying place may see Graves shorter there than I; From death's arrest no age is free, Young children too may die; My God, may such an awful sight, Awakening be to me! Oh! that by early Grace I might For death prepared be.