Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sidor |
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Thomas Gray. Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with fupreme dominion Thro ' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms , as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues ...
Thomas Gray. Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with fupreme dominion Thro ' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms , as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues ...
Sida 75
... eagles . At this day ( I am told ) the highest point of Snowdon is called the eagle's neft . That bird is certainly no ftranger to this ifland , as the Scots , and the people of Cumberland , Weftmore . land , & c . can teftify : it even ...
... eagles . At this day ( I am told ) the highest point of Snowdon is called the eagle's neft . That bird is certainly no ftranger to this ifland , as the Scots , and the people of Cumberland , Weftmore . land , & c . can teftify : it even ...
Sida 182
Thomas Gray. II . 3 . Third from Whiterofe fprings Pegasus with eagle wings : Light o'er the plain , as dancing cork , With many a bound he beats the ground , While all the Turf with acclamation rings . He won Northampton , Lincoln ...
Thomas Gray. II . 3 . Third from Whiterofe fprings Pegasus with eagle wings : Light o'er the plain , as dancing cork , With many a bound he beats the ground , While all the Turf with acclamation rings . He won Northampton , Lincoln ...
Sida 184
... eagle eye O'erhung with lavish lid , yet fhone with glorious glare . The grizzle grace Of bushy peruke shadow'd o'er his face . In large wide boots , whose pond'rous weight Would fink each wight of modern date , He rides , well - pleas ...
... eagle eye O'erhung with lavish lid , yet fhone with glorious glare . The grizzle grace Of bushy peruke shadow'd o'er his face . In large wide boots , whose pond'rous weight Would fink each wight of modern date , He rides , well - pleas ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 137 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Sida 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...