Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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Thoughts on DEATH. |
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Thoughts on DEATH.
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I'm almost to the fatal Period come,My forward Glass has well nigh run its last;
Ere a few Moments, I shall hear that Doom
Which ne'er will be recall'd, when once 'tis past.
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Methinks I have Eternity in View,And dread to reach the Edges of the Shore;
Nor doth the Prospect, the less dismal shew,
For all the thousands who have launch'd before.
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Why weep my Friends, what is their Loss to mine,I have but one poor doubtful Stake to throw,
And with a dying Prayer my Hopes resign,
If that be lost, I'm lost for ever too.
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'Tis not the painful Agonies of Death,Nor all the gloomy Horrors of the Grave;
Were that the worst, unmov'd I'd yield my Breath,
And with a Smile the King of Terrors brave.
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But there's an After-day, 'tis that I fear:O! who shall hide me from that angry Brow;
Already I the dreadful Accents hear,
Depart from me, and that for ever too.
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