Againſt Almighty beft BEILBY beneath bleed breathe Bufies Burfts chearful Clare Hall comfort courſe Creature crew crimes darts Death deep defolation deftruction Didft thou Difdain Diſeaſe earlieſt Eftate ev'n facrifice fair fave fcene feeble feem fhall fimple fled fmooth fnatch fole fome fons foon foul Freſh ftand ftill ftroke fuch fudden fure gen'ral Globe God's grave Greek Profeffor grim Guilt hafte hand happier heaps Heav'n heav'nly Heaven's Hell himſelf Horrid horror hour impious Infect innocence Lav'd lends life's meridian ling'ring Live look Love Mafter Maker's meaſure MONARCH Nature o'er the Earth Pain path Peace pity Poem POETICAL ESSAY prey rang'd Reft roar rofe round rude ſcene ſhall ſhed ſhore ſhould Sickneſs ſtarting ſteel ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtore Subject Supreme ſweet tenor thee Theſe thouſand thro toil trembling undone vale vengeance Vice-Chancellor Virtue Wake whence wrath wretched yearly youth
Page 14 - Twas not enough, By subtle Fraud, to snatch a single life, Puny impiety ! whole kingdoms fell To sate the lust of power ; more horrid still, The foulest stain and scandal of our nature Became its boast. — One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.
Page 13 - Along the gentle slope of life's decline He bent his gradual way, till full of years He dropt like mellow fruit into his grave.
Page 12 - Temperance rul'd his board, Tir'd with his daily toil, at early eve He sunk to sudden rest; gentle and pure As breath of evening zephyr and as sweet Were all his slumbers ; with the sun he rose, Alert and vigorous as he, to run His destin'd course.
Page 8 - Apoplex Full-gorg'd. — There too the Pestilence that walks In darkness, and the Sickness that destroys At broad noon-day. These and a thousand more, Horrid to tell, attentive wait; and, when By Heaven's command Death waves his ebon wand, Sudden rush forth to execute his purpose, And scatter desolation o'er the earth. Ill-fated Man, for whom such various forms Of misery wait, and mark their future prey ! Ah ! why, All-righteous Father, didst Thou make This creature Man? Why wake th...
Page 9 - And fcatter defolation o'er the Earth. Ill-fated Man, for whom fuch various forms Of Mis'ry wait, and mark their future prey ! Ah! why, ALL-RIGHTEOUS FATHER, didft thou make This Creature Man ? why wake th...
Page 10 - But what was good. He made a living Soul; The wretched Mortal was the work of Man. Forth from his Maker's hands he sprung to life, Fresh with immortal bloom ; no pain he knew, No fear of change, no check to his desires, Save one command. That one command, which stood 'Twixt him and death, the test of his obedience, Urg'd on by wanton curiosity, He broke. There in one moment was undone The fairest of God's works.