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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SOLILOQUY " , ' LOQuy The felon now attacks the miser ' s door , And ruthless
murder prints her steps with gore ; Dull fancy now her dreary path pursues , '
Midst groves of cypress , - and unhallow ' d yews : Poetic visions vanish from my
brain ...
SOLILOQUY " , ' LOQuy The felon now attacks the miser ' s door , And ruthless
murder prints her steps with gore ; Dull fancy now her dreary path pursues , '
Midst groves of cypress , - and unhallow ' d yews : Poetic visions vanish from my
brain ...
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... by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , 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 ...
... by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , 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 ...
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What pleasing sadness fills my thoughtful breast Whene ' er my steps these
gloomy mansions trace , W liere , in their sumptuous ' tombs , in silence rest , The
honour ' d ashes of the British race . I ! cre terminate ambition ' s airy schemes ,
The ...
What pleasing sadness fills my thoughtful breast Whene ' er my steps these
gloomy mansions trace , W liere , in their sumptuous ' tombs , in silence rest , The
honour ' d ashes of the British race . I ! cre terminate ambition ' s airy schemes ,
The ...
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If this globe , This solid globe , which thine own hand hath made So firm and sure
, if this my steps betray ; If my own mother Earth , from whence I sprung , Rise up
with rage unnatural to devour . Her wretched offspring , whither shall I Ay ?
If this globe , This solid globe , which thine own hand hath made So firm and sure
, if this my steps betray ; If my own mother Earth , from whence I sprung , Rise up
with rage unnatural to devour . Her wretched offspring , whither shall I Ay ?
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The felon now attacks the miser ' s door , And ruthless murder prints her steps
with gore ; Dull fancy now her dreary path pursues , Midst groves of cypress , and
unhallow ' d yews : Poetic visions vanish from my brain , And my pulse throbs as
...
The felon now attacks the miser ' s door , And ruthless murder prints her steps
with gore ; Dull fancy now her dreary path pursues , Midst groves of cypress , and
unhallow ' d yews : Poetic visions vanish from my brain , And my pulse throbs as
...
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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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