Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 страници |
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... ev'ry wat'ry God , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid ftirr'd ; Nor cruel Tom , nor Sufan heard , A Fav'rite has no friend ! From From hence , ye Beauties , undeceiv'd , Know , A FAVOURITE CAT . 21.
... ev'ry wat'ry God , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid ftirr'd ; Nor cruel Tom , nor Sufan heard , A Fav'rite has no friend ! From From hence , ye Beauties , undeceiv'd , Know , A FAVOURITE CAT . 21.
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... heard their joint petition , Swore by her coronet and ermine , She'd iffue out her high commiffion To rid the manour of fuch vermin . The Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er ftiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at the ...
... heard their joint petition , Swore by her coronet and ermine , She'd iffue out her high commiffion To rid the manour of fuch vermin . The Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er ftiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at the ...
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... heard the diftant din of war . Short was his joy . He little knew , The power of Magick was no fable . Out of the window , whifk they flew , But left a spell upon the table . The C 5 The words too eager to unriddle The poet felt a A ...
... heard the diftant din of war . Short was his joy . He little knew , The power of Magick was no fable . Out of the window , whifk they flew , But left a spell upon the table . The C 5 The words too eager to unriddle The poet felt a A ...
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... heard to mutter , " How in the park beneath an old - tree " ( Without defign to hurt the butter , " Or any malice to the poultry , ) " He once or twice had penn'd a fonnet ; " Yet hop'd ; that he might fave his bacon : " Numbers would ...
... heard to mutter , " How in the park beneath an old - tree " ( Without defign to hurt the butter , " Or any malice to the poultry , ) " He once or twice had penn'd a fonnet ; " Yet hop'd ; that he might fave his bacon : " Numbers would ...
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... heard no more Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? tho ' he inherit Nor * Words that weep , and tears that speak . Cowley . + We have had in our language no other odes of the fublime kind , than that of Dryden on St ...
... heard no more Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? tho ' he inherit Nor * Words that weep , and tears that speak . Cowley . + We have had in our language no other odes of the fublime kind , than that of Dryden on St ...
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Страница 65 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
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.
Страница 102 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin ; And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
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...