Poems. By Mr. GrayJ. Murray, 1790 - 178 страници |
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... laid be- fore the public . They were not long in their respec- tive universities , when they turned their attention to the study of the law . For , with that view , they found themselves in London in the year 1738. Mr. Weft took ...
... laid be- fore the public . They were not long in their respec- tive universities , when they turned their attention to the study of the law . For , with that view , they found themselves in London in the year 1738. Mr. Weft took ...
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... laid in the grave , and distribute among fuch honest and induftrious poor persons in the faid parish as he thinks fit , the fum of ten pounds in charity . Next I give to George Williamfon , Efq ; my second coufin by the father's fide ...
... laid in the grave , and distribute among fuch honest and induftrious poor persons in the faid parish as he thinks fit , the fum of ten pounds in charity . Next I give to George Williamfon , Efq ; my second coufin by the father's fide ...
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... lay . But ah in vain they ftrive to footh , With gentle arts , the tort'ring hours ADVERSITY † , with rankling tooth , Her baleful gifts profufely pours . Behold fhe comes , the fiend forlorn , Array'd in horror's fettled gloom ; * BARD ...
... lay . But ah in vain they ftrive to footh , With gentle arts , the tort'ring hours ADVERSITY † , with rankling tooth , Her baleful gifts profufely pours . Behold fhe comes , the fiend forlorn , Array'd in horror's fettled gloom ; * BARD ...
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... lay * . O'er his green grave , in contemplation's guise , Oft let the pilgrim drop a filent tear ; Oft let the fhepherd's tender accents rife , Big with the sweets of each revolving year ; Till proftrate time adore his deathless name ...
... lay * . O'er his green grave , in contemplation's guise , Oft let the pilgrim drop a filent tear ; Oft let the fhepherd's tender accents rife , Big with the sweets of each revolving year ; Till proftrate time adore his deathless name ...
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... lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band ( As by the impious thou art seen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With screaming Horror's funeral cry , Despair , and fell ...
... lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band ( As by the impious thou art seen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With screaming Horror's funeral cry , Despair , and fell ...
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Страница 156 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 56 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 100 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Страница 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Страница 91 - 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 Great.
Страница 96 - To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance.. I. 2 On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Страница 156 - 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 149 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 60 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!
Страница 60 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.