Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sidor |
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... those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye , That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow ; And keen Remorfe with blood defil'd , And moody Madness * laughing wild Amid fevereft woe . Madness laughing in his ireful mood . Lo ...
... those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye , That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow ; And keen Remorfe with blood defil'd , And moody Madness * laughing wild Amid fevereft woe . Madness laughing in his ireful mood . Lo ...
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... Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo , Poverty , to fill the band , That numbs the foul with icy hand , And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ...
... Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo , Poverty , to fill the band , That numbs the foul with icy hand , And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ...
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... those who had fubdued the greater part of this Island , and were our Progenitors : The following three Imitations made a part of them . He has long fince dropped his defign , especially after he had heard , that it was already in the ...
... those who had fubdued the greater part of this Island , and were our Progenitors : The following three Imitations made a part of them . He has long fince dropped his defign , especially after he had heard , that it was already in the ...
Sida 133
... those rugged elms , that yew - tree's fhade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep . 5 . Non vox Aurora croceos fpirantis odores , Non G1 The ...
... those rugged elms , that yew - tree's fhade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep . 5 . Non vox Aurora croceos fpirantis odores , Non G1 The ...
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... eye , That fcowls on those it us'd to greet , The cutting fneer , th ' abusive song , And falfe report , that glides along , With never - refting feet . And years And lo ! where in the vale of A 160 ODE ON RANELAGH .
... eye , That fcowls on those it us'd to greet , The cutting fneer , th ' abusive song , And falfe report , that glides along , With never - refting feet . And years And lo ! where in the vale of A 160 ODE ON RANELAGH .
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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...