The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.].1804 |
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... Nature appal'd Shakes off her wonted firmness . Ah ! how dark Thy long - extended realms , and rueful wastes : Where nought but silence reigns , and night , dark night , Dark as was Chaos ere the infant sun Was roll❜d together , or had ...
... Nature appal'd Shakes off her wonted firmness . Ah ! how dark Thy long - extended realms , and rueful wastes : Where nought but silence reigns , and night , dark night , Dark as was Chaos ere the infant sun Was roll❜d together , or had ...
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... nature's band . Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul ! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! I owe thee much . Thou hast deserv'd from me Far , far beyond what I can ever pay . Oft ' have I prov'd the labours of thy love ...
... nature's band . Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul ! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! I owe thee much . Thou hast deserv'd from me Far , far beyond what I can ever pay . Oft ' have I prov'd the labours of thy love ...
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... nature , Of the same common nature with his lord ) : Now tame and humble , like a child that's whipp'd , Shakes hands with dust , and calls the worm his kinsman Nor pleads his rank and birthright . Under ground Precedency's a jest ...
... nature , Of the same common nature with his lord ) : Now tame and humble , like a child that's whipp'd , Shakes hands with dust , and calls the worm his kinsman Nor pleads his rank and birthright . Under ground Precedency's a jest ...
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... Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life - string bleeds at thoughts of parting ! For part they must ! body and soul must part ! Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty ...
... Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life - string bleeds at thoughts of parting ! For part they must ! body and soul must part ! Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty ...
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... nature , swerving from her earliest dictates , Self - preservation , fall by her own act ? Forbid it , heaven ! let not upon disgust The shameless hand be foully crimson'd o'er With blood of its own lord . Dreadful attempt ! Juft ...
... nature , swerving from her earliest dictates , Self - preservation , fall by her own act ? Forbid it , heaven ! let not upon disgust The shameless hand be foully crimson'd o'er With blood of its own lord . Dreadful attempt ! Juft ...
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The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Almighty arrow cross beneath Bishop Porteus bleeding blood bloom boast breath catholicons cheek cheer COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD cruel dæmon dark dead dead of night Death deep disarm'd dread drops dust E'en e'er earth endless pains ev'n ev'ry fair fame flatt'ring foul gen'ral gen'rous gentle gloomy groan hand hard hunted hast heart Heav'n honour'd horrors hour immortal song joys life's ling'ring liv'd live look loud mankind mansions Methinks mighty nature ne'er neighbours say night nought o'er Offer'd once pain paths of glory Peace pow'r promis'd proud Robert Blair round rouze rude ruin scarce scatter'd shew sight Smil'd smile sons soon soul sound spoils stamp'd strange stream sudden sweet swoln tale tell thee thick thine thing thou thro tomb twas tyrant vex'd warm weary WESTMINSTER ABBEY Whilst wreck wretch yonder younker youth
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Sida 29 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Sida 32 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Sida 31 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Sida 29 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Sida 50 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Sida 50 - The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Sida 50 - 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.
Sida 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Sida 3 - WHILST some affect the sun, and some the shade, Some flee the city, some the hermitage ; Their aims as various, as the roads they take In journeying through life ; — the task be mine To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb ; Th' appointed place of rendezvous, where all These travellers meet.