Poems. By Mr. GrayJ. Murray, 1790 - 178 страници |
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... conscious tail her joy declar'd ; The fair round face , the snowy beard , The velvet of her paws ; D 4 Her Her coat , that with the tortoife vies , Her Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes ·
... conscious tail her joy declar'd ; The fair round face , the snowy beard , The velvet of her paws ; D 4 Her Her coat , that with the tortoife vies , Her Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes ·
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... round the floor , And o'er the bed and tefter clamber ; Into the Drawers and China pry , Papers and books , a huge Imbroglio ! Under a tea cup he might lie , Or creased like dog - ears , in a folio . On the first marching of the troops ...
... round the floor , And o'er the bed and tefter clamber ; Into the Drawers and China pry , Papers and books , a huge Imbroglio ! Under a tea cup he might lie , Or creased like dog - ears , in a folio . On the first marching of the troops ...
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... round them blow , Drink life and fragrance as they flow . Now the rich stream of mufic winds along , Deep , majeftic , fmooth , and ftrong , Thro ' Thro ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign The Progrefs of Poefy, a Pindaric Ode.
... round them blow , Drink life and fragrance as they flow . Now the rich stream of mufic winds along , Deep , majeftic , fmooth , and ftrong , Thro ' Thro ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign The Progrefs of Poefy, a Pindaric Ode.
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... round him wait ! What terrors " Amazement in his van , with flight combin'd , " And Sorrow's faded form , and Solitude " behind . II . 2 . Сс Mighty Victor , mighty Lord , " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No " No pitying heart ...
... round him wait ! What terrors " Amazement in his van , with flight combin'd , " And Sorrow's faded form , and Solitude " behind . II . 2 . Сс Mighty Victor , mighty Lord , " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No " No pitying heart ...
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... round her play ! • · Hear from the grave , great Talieffin , hear ; They breathe a foul to animate thy clay . • Bright Rapture calls , and foaring , as she fings , Waves in the eye of Heaven her many - co- ' lour'd wings . III . III . 3 ...
... round her play ! • · Hear from the grave , great Talieffin , hear ; They breathe a foul to animate thy clay . • Bright Rapture calls , and foaring , as she fings , Waves in the eye of Heaven her many - co- ' lour'd wings . III . III . 3 ...
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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.