The seven ages of human life. Old age[] Calcutta, 1842 - 140 pages |
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... , and murder , sudden death . Dryden observes that Butler's verse of eight syllables is like- ly to " make a poet giddy from turning in a space too nar- " " row for his imagination , " and that 16 THE AGES OF HUMAN LIFE .
... , and murder , sudden death . Dryden observes that Butler's verse of eight syllables is like- ly to " make a poet giddy from turning in a space too nar- " " row for his imagination , " and that 16 THE AGES OF HUMAN LIFE .
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... longer than artifice and pretence can last , there are a great many remembrances , and some things present that dash all little unkindnesses in pieces . " after death go into the Limbo of Infants . The THE AGES OF HUMAN LIFE . 21.
... longer than artifice and pretence can last , there are a great many remembrances , and some things present that dash all little unkindnesses in pieces . " after death go into the Limbo of Infants . The THE AGES OF HUMAN LIFE . 21.
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Seven ages. after death go into the Limbo of Infants . The use of sponsors grew up in the early times of the Church when one of the parents was often a heathen . A curious old custom may be noticed of sponsors making presents of spoons ...
Seven ages. after death go into the Limbo of Infants . The use of sponsors grew up in the early times of the Church when one of the parents was often a heathen . A curious old custom may be noticed of sponsors making presents of spoons ...
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... death of Mary this silly mummery was totally discontinued . It may be ob- served , that most of the churches in which these mock cere- monies were performed , had dresses and ornaments proper for the occasion , and suited to the size of ...
... death of Mary this silly mummery was totally discontinued . It may be ob- served , that most of the churches in which these mock cere- monies were performed , had dresses and ornaments proper for the occasion , and suited to the size of ...
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... death - bed call Of him who robbed the widow , and devoured The orphan's portion ; of unquiet souls Risen from the grave to ease the heavy guilt Of deeds in life concealed ; of shapes that walk At dead of night , and clank their chains ...
... death - bed call Of him who robbed the widow , and devoured The orphan's portion ; of unquiet souls Risen from the grave to ease the heavy guilt Of deeds in life concealed ; of shapes that walk At dead of night , and clank their chains ...
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Page 85 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 79 - Now therefore, when I come to thy servant my father, and the lad be not with us; seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life; it shall come to pass, when he seeth that the lad is not with us, that he will die : and thy servants shall bring down the gray hairs of thy- servant our father with sorrow to the grave.
Page 52 - Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head.
Page 127 - And there was a great famine in Samaria : and, behold, they besieged it, until an ass's head was sold for fourscore pieces of silver, and the fourth part of a cab of dove's dung for five pieces of silver.
Page 84 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly : these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 87 - And decks the lily fair in flowery pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But chiefly, in their hearts with grace divine preside.
Page 41 - Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Page 139 - Friend ! may each domestic bliss be thine ! Be no unpleasing melancholy mine : Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Page 66 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 128 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.