 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 oldal
...ills of life : Lust and Ambition, Wrath and Avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his pow'r. That ills corrosive, cares importunate, Are not immortal too, O Death! is thine. 500 Our day of dissolution ! — Name it right; 'Tis our great pay-day ; 'tis our harvest, rich And... | |
 | Edward Young - 1799 - 312 oldal
...our great pay-day ; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripe. What tho' the fickle, fometimes keen, Juft fears us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O Gilead ! heals the wound. 585 Birth's feeble cry, and Death's deep difmal groan, Are flender tributes low-tax'd Nature pays For... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 542 oldal
...great pay-day ; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripe; what though the fickle, iometimes keen, Juft fears us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O Gilead ! heals the wound. 505 Birth's feeble cry, and death's deep difmal groan, Are flender tributes low-tax'd nature pays For... | |
 | Edward Young - 1800 - 290 oldal
...great .pay-day ; 'tis our harvelt, rich And ripe : What tho' the fickle, fometimes keen Juft fc&rs us as we reap the golden grain ; More than thy balm, O Gileal ! heals the wound. Birth's feeble-cry, and death's deep difmal groan, Ar£ flender tributes... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 oldal
...chains the raging ills of life: Lust and ambition, wrath and avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrosive, cares importunate,...great pay-day; 'tis our harvest, rich And ripe : What tho' the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 402 oldal
...chains the raging ills of life: Lust and ambition, wrath and avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrosive, cares importunate,...great pay-day; 'tis our harvest, rich And ripe: What tho' the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 oldal
...chains the raging ills of life: Lust and ambition, wrath and avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrosive, cares importunate,...great pay-day; 'tis our harvest, rich And ripe: What tho' the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 412 oldal
...chains the raging ills of life : Lust and ambition, wrath and avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrosive, cares importunate, Are not immortal too, O death ! is thine. Our da}7 of dissolution ! — name it right; Tis our great pay-day; 'tis our harvest, rich And ripe : What... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 540 oldal
...pay-day ; 'tir, our hatveft, rich And ripe ; what though the fickle, fometimcl keen, Juft fears u« as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O Gilead ! heals the wound. J05 Hirib's feeble cry, and ¿. j/i's deep difmal groan, Arc (lender tributes low-tax'd nature pays... | |
 | Edward Young - 1805 - 238 oldal
...Avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrosive, cares importunate, Are net immortal too, O Death ! is thine. Our day of dissolution...great pay-day ; 'tis our harvest, rich And ripe. What tho' the sickle, sometimes keen, Just sea rs us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O... | |
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tis our harvest, rich And ripe : what though the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain; More than thy balm, O Gilead, heals the wound. 
