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| Apparitions | Who gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand O'er some new-open'd grave; and, Evanishes at crowing of the cock. |
| Courage | The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. |
| Cowslips | Smiled like yon knot of cowslips on a cliff. |
| Fame | The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame, Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those bold insurancers of deathless fame, Supply their little feeble aids in vain. |
| Friendship | Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society. |
| Goodness | The good he scorned Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between. |
| Grave | The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness. |
| Grave | See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle, Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear. |
| Monuments | The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud. |
| Night | When it draws near to witching time of night. |
| Suicide | The common damn'd shun their society. |
| Suicide | But if there be an hereafter, And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'd And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man, Then must it be an awful thing to die; More horrid yet to die by one's own hand. |
| Suicide | Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:--this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission. |
| Tyranny | Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains, Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste, And in a cruel wantonness of power, Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up To want the rest. |
| Undertakers | Ye undertakers, tell us, 'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit, Why is the principal conceal'd, for which You make this mighty stir? |
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