. Death's doings : consisting of numerous original compositions in verse and prose, the friendly contributions of various writers : principally intended as illustrations of thirty copper-plates . ct was incurred, to strike a man al-ready refused, and wound a woman who never in-jured her. Such are the despicable efforts of vanityfor temporary distinction, and such the deplorableconsequences of quitting the tender offices of affec-tion and transgressing the requisitions of duty. B. H. 150 HYPOCHONDRIANA. THE LAMENT. Op all the ills foredoomed by Fate,That haunt and vex this mortal hol
. Death's doings : consisting of numerous original compositions in verse and prose, the friendly contributions of various writers : principally intended as illustrations of thirty copper-plates . ct was incurred, to strike a man al-ready refused, and wound a woman who never in-jured her. Such are the despicable efforts of vanityfor temporary distinction, and such the deplorableconsequences of quitting the tender offices of affec-tion and transgressing the requisitions of duty. B. H. 150 HYPOCHONDRIANA. THE LAMENT. Op all the ills foredoomed by Fate,That haunt and vex this mortal holds such firm and dismal night, and darkening day,—As the foul pest—accurst, , soul-sinking melancholy! The fears that come without a shade that, like a thrice-heaped oer the shuddering, unstrung wide and drear omnipotence !The aimless blank, the sightless nerve, with all its fibres bare;The shapes grotesque that start to , as their victim shrinks, pursue;The sickening languor, last not least,That spreads oer all the damp chill the will, and racks the brings the tears into their bed;. THE HYPOCIIOKDKIAC. HYPOCHONDRIANA. These are amongst the horrors, thou,Dread Demon, heapest on my brow. Reader! these are no fancied could I to thy view discloseThe visions that torment my sight;Each grinning elf, each grisly sprite,—However strong thy neves may wouldst not mock, but pity me. * * * * * * * * Ah! see you not that monstrous birthEngenderd by yon teeming hearth ?Mark that fantastic shapeless head and legs, with eyes of flame ! My vision reels * * * * * * *■ * * * Maddening, I to my window crawl,— Alas, alas, discomfort all! Rain, rain, eternal rain descending. My weather-glass no change portending ;- The black wet mass of yesterday In loosening torrents drowns the May! Oh, happy climate! beauteous Spring ! Last Winter was the self-same thing. 15
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