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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. "
The Complaint, Or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality - 55. oldal
szerző: Edward Young - 1805 - 258 oldal
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Paradise Lost: In Twelve Parts

John Milton - 1849 - 650 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. 500 Our day of dissc'.ution ? — name it right, 'Tis our great pay.day ; 'tis our harvest rich And...

Religious Lectures on Peculiar Phenomena in the Four Seasons ...: Delivered ...

Edward Hitchcock - 1850 - 158 oldal
...struggle ? But how short, if endured ! and how often found to be a mere figment of imagination : " What though the sickle sometimes keen, Just scars...as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, 0 Gilead, heals the wound. What occasion, then, has the real Christian to welcome the harbinger of...

Religious Lectures on Peculiar Phenomena in the Four Seasons ...: Delivered ...

Edward Hitchcock - 1850 - 162 oldal
...But how short, if endured ! and how often found to be a mere figment of imagination : "What thongh the sickle sometimes keen, Just scars us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, 0 Gilead, heals the wound. What occasion, then, has the real Christian to welcome the harbinger of...

Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books

John Milton - 1850 - 602 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. 500 Our day of dissolution ? — name it right, 'Tis our great pay-day ; 'tis our harvest rich And...

Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1852 - 528 oldal
...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 ripe. What tho' the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scare us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O...

Young's Night thoughts. With life, critcal diss., and ..., 130. oldal

Edward Young - 1853 - 382 oldal
...chains the raging ills of life : Lust and ambition, wrath and avarice, DraggM at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrosive, cares importunate, Are not immortal too, 0 Death ! is thine. soo Our day of dissolution ! — name it right ; 'Tis our great pay-day ; 'tis...

Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes,

Edward Young, George Gilfillan - 1853 - 354 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, 0 Death ! is thine. 500 Our day of dissolution ! — name it right ; 'Tis our great pay-day ; 'tis...

Young's Night Thoughts: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes

Edward Young - 1853 - 368 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, 0 Death ! is thine. soo Our day of dissolution ! — name it right ; 'Tis our great pay-day ; 'tis...

Trials and Triumphs (for Half a Century) in the Life of G.W. Henry: As ...

George W. Henry - 1853 - 528 oldal
...chains the raging ills of life : Lust and Ambition, Wrath and Avarice, Dragged at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrosive, cares importunate, Are not immortal too, 0 Death, is thine. Our day of dissolution ! — name it right, 'T is our great pay-day ! 't is our...

Night Thoughts on Life, Death and Immortality

Edward Young - 1856 - 536 oldal
...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 ripe. What tho' the sickle, sometimes keen, Just scare us as we reap the golden grain 3 More than thy balm, O...




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