A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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And left them with their earthly mould.

Bishop Mant.

This is the curse of time. Alas!

In grief I am not all unlearned;

Once thro’ mine own doors death did pass—

One went who never hath returned.

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Let grief be her own mistress still,

She loveth her own anguish deep,