Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 страници |
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... - " Το Virgil . Georg . lib . 4 . fporting with quick glance Shew to the fun their wav'd coats dropt with gold . Milton's Paradife Loft , book 7 . To Contemplation's fober eye ' * Such is the race ODE ON THE SPRING 13.
... - " Το Virgil . Georg . lib . 4 . fporting with quick glance Shew to the fun their wav'd coats dropt with gold . Milton's Paradife Loft , book 7 . To Contemplation's fober eye ' * Such is the race ODE ON THE SPRING 13.
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Thomas Gray. To Contemplation's fober eye ' * Such is the race of Man : And they that creep , and they that fly , Shall end where they began . Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours ...
Thomas Gray. To Contemplation's fober eye ' * Such is the race of Man : And they that creep , and they that fly , Shall end where they began . Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours ...
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... race Difporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace , Who forem now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glaffy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall P What idle progeny fucceed To chafe the rolling circle's fpeed , Or ...
... race Difporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace , Who forem now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glaffy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall P What idle progeny fucceed To chafe the rolling circle's fpeed , Or ...
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... race what Ills await , Labour , and Penury , the racks of Pain , Difeafe , and Sorrow's weeping train , And Death , fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my Song , difprove , And juftify the laws of Jove . Say , has ...
... race what Ills await , Labour , and Penury , the racks of Pain , Difeafe , and Sorrow's weeping train , And Death , fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my Song , difprove , And juftify the laws of Jove . Say , has ...
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... race , With necks in thunder cloath'd , and long - re founding pace . Hark , their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire - ftone . - This was the ap- pearance of the glory of the Lord . Ezekiel i . 20 ...
... race , With necks in thunder cloath'd , and long - re founding pace . Hark , their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire - ftone . - This was the ap- pearance of the glory of the Lord . Ezekiel i . 20 ...
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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...