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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530153" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Dr. Brown's Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Alas will nothing do,<br>Nothing arrest the arm of Death<br>Must learning, sence, nay virtue too,<br>Must these or. real blessings go<br>like all things else beneath?<br>Must these best guifts while here yey shine<br>Like ye great Stagyrites stars in solid spheres<br>A common power wth. worthless meteors share<br>To guild the orbs they're in?<br>Yes now we find it so since he is gone <br>In whom enough of goodness shone<br>T'adorn an age, a second Sodom save<br>but not himself from the devouring grave<br>He's gone & that prodigious store<br>Of piety wch. here he bore<br>Sat on him onely like the Summers pride<br>Which crown'd ye ancients victims 'ere they dy'd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>He's gon far far on high<br>Born on ye wings of virtue to his skye<br>for sure this world was lesse yn. t'other, his,<br>So much he courted that, so little this,<br>Besides had he been hers ye earth had mourn'd his loss<br>In dreadfull heavings & unwonted flows<br>But silently he stole away<br>Like some celestial ray<br>Wch. plays awhile upon ye wings of day<br>Then soft retiring off ye Air<br>Do's without troubling nature disappear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Sure (but avert ye omen fate)<br>Sure a decay of learning's state,<br>Is now just now a pressing on<br>Wn. thus her great good pillar tumbles down<br>Wn. the light's gone wch. show'd us to advance<br>Thro ye Ægyptian night of ignorance<br>For why, why mayn't we fear<br>'Twill ye same course wth. nature run?<br>Wch. when ye generall dissolution's near,<br>Shall see a genuine night Ecclypse her sun.<br>How well, how too too well does death,<br>The cause of ignorance maintain,<br>Robbing her rivalls leader of his breath,<br>To fix his Tyrant sisters reign.<br>How too, too well he mocks or. blooming joys<br>& him & all or. hopes destroys<br>Him of the tree of life depriving thus<br>& of the tree of knowledge us<br>Thus have his arms disabled at a blow<br>Both learnings Monarch & its empire too<br>Just so ye Epick muse indites <br>Ending wth. some great life ye enterprise<br>Nor longer toyles she ore her pageant fights<br>The work is ended wn. an Heroe dyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Curst be the Hour, ye Day, ye Year,<br>Curst ye disease that ravish'd hence or. seer,<br>Whose sacrilegious dart cou'd show,<br>That one so good was not immortall too;<br>Yet wt. alas can this avail?<br>Why all this mad distemper'd Zeal<br>As wt it did were the effects of chance,<br>& not of providence.<br>No the impatient heavens thought long to want<br>In their blest choirs so true a saint,<br>And sent a ministring sickness from above,<br>his earthy fetters to remove.<br>It came ye call he knew,<br>& streight obey'd & streight wthdrew,<br>Loos'd from ye chains of flesh his freer mind<br>Rose up to sacred love,<br>To perfect saint or seraphim refin'd,<br>Quitting his lump of clay,<br>As subtle spirits fume away<br>Loos'd from their earth they upward mount, they flye,<br>They light, they shine, & blaze along the skye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Alas will nothing do,
Nothing arrest the arm of Death
Must learning, sence, nay virtue too,
Must these or. real blessings go
like all things else beneath?
Must these best guifts while here yey shine
Like ye great Stagyrites stars in solid spher..."></div>
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