Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sidor |
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... . + Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . Death of that King , abandoned by his Chil- dren , and even robbed in his last moments by his Courtiers and his Mistress . " Is the fable * Warrior fled ? " Thy A PINDARIC OD E. 77.
... . + Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . Death of that King , abandoned by his Chil- dren , and even robbed in his last moments by his Courtiers and his Mistress . " Is the fable * Warrior fled ? " Thy A PINDARIC OD E. 77.
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Thomas Gray. " Is the fable * Warrior fled ? " Thy fon is gone . He refts among the Dead . " The Swarm , that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? " Gone to falute the rifing Morn . “ Fair † laughs the Morn , and foft the Zephyr blows ...
Thomas Gray. " Is the fable * Warrior fled ? " Thy fon is gone . He refts among the Dead . " The Swarm , that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? " Gone to falute the rifing Morn . “ Fair † laughs the Morn , and foft the Zephyr blows ...
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... vale Far and wide the notes prolong . Sisters , hence with fpurs of speed : Each her thundering faulchion wield ; Each beftride her fable fteed . Hurry , hurry to the field . THE THE DESCENT OF ODIN . A NODE , ( From A N O D E. 97.
... vale Far and wide the notes prolong . Sisters , hence with fpurs of speed : Each her thundering faulchion wield ; Each beftride her fable fteed . Hurry , hurry to the field . THE THE DESCENT OF ODIN . A NODE , ( From A N O D E. 97.
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... fable coffee , which diftil ? What longing progeny are found , Who ftroll inceffant round and round , Like horses in a mill ? While fome on earnest business dream ; And , gravely stupid , try To fearch each complicated fcheme Of public ...
... fable coffee , which diftil ? What longing progeny are found , Who ftroll inceffant round and round , Like horses in a mill ? While fome on earnest business dream ; And , gravely stupid , try To fearch each complicated fcheme Of public ...
Sida 168
... fable Gown , Can Drefden's laces fhade a Churchman's hand , Or Learning's Vot'ries ape the Beaux of Town ? Perhaps in these time - tott'ring walls refide Some who were once the Darlings of the Fair ; Some who of old could Tastes and ...
... fable Gown , Can Drefden's laces fhade a Churchman's hand , Or Learning's Vot'ries ape the Beaux of Town ? Perhaps in these time - tott'ring walls refide Some who were once the Darlings of the Fair ; Some who of old could Tastes and ...
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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...