The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.]. |
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Then must it be an awful thing to die ; More horrid yet to die by one ' s own hand .
. Şelf - murder ! name it not ; our island ' s shame ; That makes her the reproach of
neighbouring states , Shall nature , swerving from her earliest dictates , Self ...
Then must it be an awful thing to die ; More horrid yet to die by one ' s own hand .
. Şelf - murder ! name it not ; our island ' s shame ; That makes her the reproach of
neighbouring states , Shall nature , swerving from her earliest dictates , Self ...
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Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne ' er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in
his hand . Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred , and acquaintance By far his juniors
? scarce a scull ' s cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some ...
Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne ' er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in
his hand . Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred , and acquaintance By far his juniors
? scarce a scull ' s cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some ...
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More horrid yet to die by one ' s own hand . . . Self - murder ! name it not ; our
island ' s shame ; That makes her the reproach of neighbouring states . Shall
naturen swerving from her earliest dictates , Self - preservation , fall by her own
act ?
More horrid yet to die by one ' s own hand . . . Self - murder ! name it not ; our
island ' s shame ; That makes her the reproach of neighbouring states . Shall
naturen swerving from her earliest dictates , Self - preservation , fall by her own
act ?
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Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne ' er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in
his hand Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors ?
scarce a scull ' s cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some ...
Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne ' er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in
his hand Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors ?
scarce a scull ' s cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some ...
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The supple statesman , and the patriot stern ; The wrecks of nations , and the
spoils of time , With all the lumber of six thousand years , Poor man ! how happy
once in thy first state ! When yet but warm from thy great Maker ' s hand , He
stamp ...
The supple statesman , and the patriot stern ; The wrecks of nations , and the
spoils of time , With all the lumber of six thousand years , Poor man ! how happy
once in thy first state ! When yet but warm from thy great Maker ' s hand , He
stamp ...
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aged bear beneath blood boast breath cheer close comes common course dark dead Death deep dread drops dust earth ev'n ev'ry face fair fall fame fire gentle give grave half hand happy hard hast head hear heart Heav'n hope horrors hour joys keep Labour leave lies life's live look mankind Mark means meet mighty nature ne'er never night o'er once pain path Peace poor pow'r proud realms rest rise rose round rude ruin Save scarce shade short sight silence smile sons soon soul sound spoils stand steps stone stood strange stream sudden Sure sweet tell thee thick thine thing thou thought thousand thro toil tomb warm weary Whilst whole winds wreck wretch yonder youth
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Página 8 - 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...
Página 8 - 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.
Página 8 - 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.
Página 8 - 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?
Página 8 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
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| Título | The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.]. |
| Autor | Robert Blair |
| Publicado | 1804 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 21 Jun. 2007 |
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