Poems, by Hugh Downman, M.D

Poems, by Hugh Downman, M.D

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1790 edition. Excerpt: ...My forehead smoothed, and laugh'd at angry care. Rather be curst the day, when in the pride Of youth, and prodigal of strength, I tried My limbs beyond what prudent nature gave: When I with foolish emulation brave, Tortured each tendon, every nerve, to gain A bootless victory on the grassy plain: Not Not used to share the wrestler's hardy deed, -; Not form'd to bear away th' athletic meed. Thence the cold sweat which now bedews my limbs. Thence the damp mist before my eyes which swims, The hoarse weak voice, and interrupted breath, Each anxious presage of approaching death Which terrifies my mind: it's powers decay'd, No longer in it's wonted robes array'd Of constancy! of firmness; ere I die Reason seems dead, and dull fatuity Threatens her vacant throne. Oh! dreadful thought f Better have never been, better be nought, Than just with fense enough to see and rue The dismal change, to drag on life, and view Blighted by sickness' harsh and wintery frown Each intellectual blossom falling down, Each intellectual fruit, which late so fair Put forth by health and youth, the balmy au Promised to ripen: to look round in vain For gay imagination's vivid train, The He pour'd redundant his strong beams of light!. r What tho these nerves, thro which in gladsome tide r. I felt the genial happy spirits glide, With cold obstruction pine! I had not cared If firm my mental eye, if my foul ftared It's pristine warmth, nor should corporeal pain. Howe'er tormenting, urge me to complain.. Yes, worse than racks or fire it is, to find., 'lilt, ...T.........?..J V...: .-.J! Erased the loved ideas of the mind, Yet. still surviving, o'er God's. earth to.stray A mere mechanic piece of moving clay. Tho even this perchance I might have borne, Had not from out my suffering....show more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236612310
  • 9781236612311