 | Edward Young - 1750 - 416 σελίδες
...Amhition, Wrath and /Adrice, Dragg'd at his Chariot-wheel, applaud his Power, That Ills corrofivet Cares importunate, ••*•• " Are not immortal too, O Death ! is Thine. ^, Our Day of Difiblution ! — Name it Bright ; ; ^vi 'Tis our great Pay-day ; 'tis oar Harveft, rich And ripe :... | |
 | Edward Young - 1750 - 350 σελίδες
...Ambition, Wrath and Avarice, Dragg'd at his Chariot-wheel, applaud his Poweifc That Ills corrofive, Cares importunate, Are not immortal too, O Death ! is Thine. Our Day of Diffolution ! — Name it right ; 'Tis our great Pay-day ; 'tis our Harveft, rich And ripe : What tho'... | |
 | Edward Young - 1756 - 430 σελίδες
...our great Pay-day ; tis our Harveft, rich And ripe : What tho' the Sickle, fometimes keen, Juft fears us as we reap the golden Grain ? More than thy Balm,...heals the Wound.] Birth's feeble Cry, and Death's deep difmal Groan, Are flender Tributes low-tax'd Nature pays For mighty Gain: The Gain of each, a Life!... | |
 | Edward Young - 1762 - 292 σελίδες
...ambition, wratb and avarice? Dragg'd at his chariot wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrofive, cares importunate, Are not Immortal too, O death ! is thine. Our day of diffolution!— name it right ; 'Tis our great pay.day ; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripe : What tho'... | |
 | Edward Young - 1775 - 408 σελίδες
...ambition, wrath and avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrofive, cares importunate, Are not immortal too, O death! is thine. Our day of diffolution!—name it right; 'Tis our great pay-day; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripe: what tho' the... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 288 σελίδες
...great pay-day; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripe : what though the f:ckle, fometimes 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 858 σελίδες
...great pay-day; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripei what though the fickle, fometimes keen, Juft fears us as we reap the golden grain ? More than thy balm, O Gilead ! heals thewound. 505 Birth's feeble cry, and death's deep difmal groan, Are flender tributes low-tax'd nature... | |
 | Eschenburg - 1788 - 472 σελίδες
...our great pay-day ; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripe. What tho' the (ickle, ibmetimes keen, Juft fears us, as we reap the golden grain ; More than thy balm, o Gilead, heals the wound. Birth's feeble ety, and Death's deep dismal groan, Are f lender tributes , low-tax'd Nature pays, For migthy gain:... | |
 | Edward Young - 1792 - 354 σελίδες
...amhition, wrath and avarice, Dragg'd at his chariot-wheel, applaud his power. That ills corrofive, cares importunate, Are not immortal too, O death ! is thine. Our day of diflblution !— name it right ; 'Tis our great pay-day ; 'tis our harveft, rich And ripe : What tho'... | |
 | John Bell - 1796 - 470 σελίδες
...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. 50O Our day of dissolution ! — name it right, 'Tis our great pay-day ; 'tis our harvest, rich And... | |
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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. 
