Several Occasions.
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With Grief insatiate, and with trembling Hands,
All comfortless the Cask of Death expands:
A sudden Fear her labouring Soul invades,
Struck with the horrours of th' infernal Shades:
She stands deep-musing with a faded Brow,
Absorpt in Thought, a Monument of Woe!
While all the Comforts that on Life attend,
The chearful Converse, and the faithful Friend,
By Thought deep-imag'd in her Bosom play,
Endearing Life, and charm Despair away:
Th' all-chearing Suns with sweeter Light arise,
And every Object brightens to her Eyes:
Then from her Hand the baneful Drugs she throws,
Consents to live, recover'd from her Woes;
Resolv'd the magic Virtue to betray,
She waits the Dawn, and calls the lazy Day:
Time seems to stand, or backward drive his Wheels;
The Hours she chides, and eyes the Eastern Hills.
All comfortless the Cask of Death expands:
A sudden Fear her labouring Soul invades,
Struck with the horrours of th' infernal Shades:
She stands deep-musing with a faded Brow,
Absorpt in Thought, a Monument of Woe!
While all the Comforts that on Life attend,
The chearful Converse, and the faithful Friend,
By Thought deep-imag'd in her Bosom play,
Endearing Life, and charm Despair away:
Th' all-chearing Suns with sweeter Light arise,
And every Object brightens to her Eyes:
Then from her Hand the baneful Drugs she throws,
Consents to live, recover'd from her Woes;
Resolv'd the magic Virtue to betray,
She waits the Dawn, and calls the lazy Day:
Time seems to stand, or backward drive his Wheels;
The Hours she chides, and eyes the Eastern Hills.
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