fate and their crime have funk them to the duft, ib. 212 Gay 1: 371 horfe, the venifon of tlie prefcient brood, Gay 2:193 Dearest friends, they fay, muft part, Dears, of all her, the never flander'd one, Dearth of words a woman need not fear, Swift 2: 263 Pope 2: 112 Young 1: 119 Death, what? blood only ftopp'd interrupted breath,Prior 2:183 motion, end of, which with life began, only fhews us what we knew was near, Prior 2: 183 Prior 2: 183 Pom. 282 Pom. 282 Death, thou cure for life, thou greateft good below, Rowe L.192 ftill may'ft thou fly the coward and the flave, ib. 192 what makes it fweet, are certain hopes of blifs, ib. 324 Death, that cup the best must taste, ———-—-- a destroyer of quotidian prey, Pope cd. 390 Young 2: 115 Young 2: 115 his, my youth, my noon-tide his, be your theme, in every place and hour, Young 2: 115 that mighty hunter, earths them all, Young 2:65 ftill frowns, guilt points the tyrant's fpear, Young 2 : 67 a fate which all must try, to be expected, but not feared, Pope il. 2: 84 Prior 2: 94 Rowe L. 85 will not always wait upon command, nor aw'd by forefight, nor misled by chance, Prior 1: 184 not call untimely, what heaven decreed, Dry. 3: 137 Dry. 3: 136 Death, that opiate of the foul, the wretch's laft relief, cure of the mifer's with, and coward's fear, anger dread not, but expect his power, in time of mifery, delays, is a path, that must be trod, a port of calm, a state of ease, fad refuge from the ftorms of fate, to the wretched is an end of care, is free, that laft relief, ➖➖➖➖➖ comes opportunely like a friend, with of the juft, and refugeof th' oppreft, Broome 131 the curtain drops, and fhuts the fcene of woe, Hughes 28.1 leads to life and to the bleft abode, Black. 124 the wretch's last relief, man's make enclofes its fure feeds, fure fate of every mortal, knocks, we hear, and yet we will not hear, ftill draws nearer, never feeming near, ---- haftes amain, Dry. 3: 69 Young 2:33 Pope od. 4:5 Young 2: 112 Pope 2: 57 Death, |
