WILLIAM BROOME
447. Belinda s Recovery from Sickness
PHUS when the silent grave becomes -* Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs ; When the wide seas and spacious earth
Resign us to our second birth ; Our moulder'd frame rebuilt assumes New beauty, and for ever blooms, And, crown'd with youth's immortal pride, We angels rise, who mortals died.
��JAMES THOMSON 44<?. On the "Death of a particular Friend
A S those we love decay, we die in part,
- String after string is sever'd from the heart;
Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay, Without one pang is glad to fall away.
Unhappy he who latest feels the blow ! Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till, dying, all he can resign is breath.
��GEORGE LYTTELTON, LORD LYTTELTON Tell me^ my Heart^ if this be Love
EN Delia on the plain appears, Awed by a thousand tender fears I would approach, but dare not move : Tell me, my heart, if this be love?
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