The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.].1804 |
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... labours of thy love , And the warm efforts of the gentle heart Anxious to please . O ! when my friend and I In some thick wood have wander'd heedless on . Hid from the vulgar eye ; and sat us down Upon the sloping cowslip - cover'd bank ...
... labours of thy love , And the warm efforts of the gentle heart Anxious to please . O ! when my friend and I In some thick wood have wander'd heedless on . Hid from the vulgar eye ; and sat us down Upon the sloping cowslip - cover'd bank ...
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... labour of whole ages lumbers down , A hideous and mis - shapen length of ruins .. Sepulchral columns wrestle but in vain With all - subduing Time ; her can'kring hand With calm deliberate malice wasteth them : Worn on the edge of days ...
... labour of whole ages lumbers down , A hideous and mis - shapen length of ruins .. Sepulchral columns wrestle but in vain With all - subduing Time ; her can'kring hand With calm deliberate malice wasteth them : Worn on the edge of days ...
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... labours at thy glass , T'improve those charms , and keep them in repair , For which the spoiler thanks thee not ? Foul feeder ! Coarse fare and carrion please thee full as well , And leave as keen a relish on the sense . Look , how the ...
... labours at thy glass , T'improve those charms , and keep them in repair , For which the spoiler thanks thee not ? Foul feeder ! Coarse fare and carrion please thee full as well , And leave as keen a relish on the sense . Look , how the ...
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... labour of the artist's hand , Dissolve ; and virtue's solid base alone Amidst the gen'ral wreck of matter stand . Yea , should creation founder in the storm , And whelming perish in this awful doom , Yet shall celestial virtue's angel ...
... labour of the artist's hand , Dissolve ; and virtue's solid base alone Amidst the gen'ral wreck of matter stand . Yea , should creation founder in the storm , And whelming perish in this awful doom , Yet shall celestial virtue's angel ...
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... Labour prepar'd His simple fare , and Temp'rance rul'd his board . Tir'd with his daily toil , at early eve He sunk to sudden rest ; gentle and pure As breath of evening Zephyr , and as sweet , Were all his slumbers ; with the Sun he ...
... Labour prepar'd His simple fare , and Temp'rance rul'd his board . Tir'd with his daily toil , at early eve He sunk to sudden rest ; gentle and pure As breath of evening Zephyr , and as sweet , Were all his slumbers ; with the Sun he ...
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The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Almighty arrow cross beneath Bishop Porteus bleeding blood bloom boast breath catholicons cheek cheer COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD cruel dæmon dark dead dead of night Death deep disarm'd dread drops dust E'en e'er earth endless pains ev'n ev'ry fair fame flatt'ring foul gen'ral gen'rous gentle gloomy groan hand hard hunted hast heart Heav'n honour'd horrors hour immortal song joys life's ling'ring liv'd live look loud mankind mansions Methinks mighty nature ne'er neighbours say night nought o'er Offer'd once pain paths of glory Peace pow'r promis'd proud Robert Blair round rouze rude ruin scarce scatter'd shew sight Smil'd smile sons soon soul sound spoils stamp'd strange stream sudden sweet swoln tale tell thee thick thine thing thou thro tomb twas tyrant vex'd warm weary WESTMINSTER ABBEY Whilst wreck wretch yonder younker youth
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Página 29 - 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 32 - 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 31 - 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 29 - 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 50 - 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 lawn.
Página 50 - The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 50 - 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.
Página 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Página 3 - WHILST some affect the sun, and some the shade, Some flee the city, some the hermitage ; Their aims as various, as the roads they take In journeying through life ; — the task be mine To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb ; Th' appointed place of rendezvous, where all These travellers meet.