I shouldBe glad to offer, if I could.—It is a metaphysic doubtHow the mind frisks, and plays about,And sometimes makes a motley riot,When Morpheus keeps the body quiet:And, by no worldly care opprest,Our every sense is laid at rest.No sounds then reach the deafend ear,To the closd eye no forms… … ENGLISH DANCE OF DEATH 189 Which from the senseless body breaks,And in some wild vagary wakes:Pleasd, in Nights Umbrage, to displayCaricaturas of the day.—Now she oerlooks the giddy steep,Or sails along the foamy deep :Delighted roams through Fairy bowers,Bedeckd with never-fading flowers;Or bound…
Dance of death
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