Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 страници |
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... Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours dreft : Brush'd by the hand of rough Mifchance , Or chill'd by age , their airy dance They leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in ...
... Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours dreft : Brush'd by the hand of rough Mifchance , Or chill'd by age , their airy dance They leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in ...
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... And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , Yet , ah ! why fhould they know their fate PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE . 31.
... And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , Yet , ah ! why fhould they know their fate PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE . 31.
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... Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Pow'r , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They fought , oh Albion ! next thy fea - encircled coaft . III . 1 . Far from the fun and fummer gale , In ...
... Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Pow'r , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They fought , oh Albion ! next thy fea - encircled coaft . III . 1 . Far from the fun and fummer gale , In ...
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... alike th ' inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . 10 . Nor you , ye Proud , impute to These the fault , If Mem❜ry o'er their Tomb no Trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn ifle and fretted vault The ...
... alike th ' inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . 10 . Nor you , ye Proud , impute to These the fault , If Mem❜ry o'er their Tomb no Trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn ifle and fretted vault The ...
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... to difclofe , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repofe ) The bofom of his Father and his God . paventofa fpeme . Petrarch . Son . 114 . 4 " A 1 OD E ON RANELAGH , Addreffed THE EPITAPH .
... to difclofe , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repofe ) The bofom of his Father and his God . paventofa fpeme . Petrarch . Son . 114 . 4 " A 1 OD E ON RANELAGH , Addreffed THE EPITAPH .
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Страница 61 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
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Страница 52 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Страница 31 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Страница 68 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far ! — but far above the...
Страница 22 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Страница 147 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 137 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Страница 145 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...