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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... life . Thus hand in hand The sot has walk'd with death twice twenty years ; And yet ne'er younker on the green laughs louder , Or clubs a smuttier tale ; when drunkards meet , None sings a merrier catch , or lends a hand More willing to ...
... life . Thus hand in hand The sot has walk'd with death twice twenty years ; And yet ne'er younker on the green laughs louder , Or clubs a smuttier tale ; when drunkards meet , None sings a merrier catch , or lends a hand More willing to ...
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... life's porch ; Here is the mother with her sons and daughters ; The barren wife ; the long demuring maid Whose lonely unappropriated sweets Smil'd like yon knot of cowslips on the cliff , Not to be come at by the willing hand . Here are ...
... life's porch ; Here is the mother with her sons and daughters ; The barren wife ; the long demuring maid Whose lonely unappropriated sweets Smil'd like yon knot of cowslips on the cliff , Not to be come at by the willing hand . Here are ...
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... life , Day - light , and liberty . Then must thy gates fly open , and reveal The mines , that lay long forming under ground , In their dark cells immur'd ; but now full ripe , And pure as silver from the crucible , That twice has stood ...
... life , Day - light , and liberty . Then must thy gates fly open , and reveal The mines , that lay long forming under ground , In their dark cells immur'd ; but now full ripe , And pure as silver from the crucible , That twice has stood ...
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... life , A life well spent , whose early care it was , His riper years should not upbraid his green : By unperceiv'd degrees he wears away ; Yet like the sun seems larger at his setting ! High in his faith and hopes , look how he THE GRAVE .
... life , A life well spent , whose early care it was , His riper years should not upbraid his green : By unperceiv'd degrees he wears away ; Yet like the sun seems larger at his setting ! High in his faith and hopes , look how he THE GRAVE .
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... life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way . Yet e'en these bones , from insult to protect , Some frail memorial still erected nigh , With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd , Implores the passing tribute of a sigh ...
... life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way . Yet e'en these bones , from insult to protect , Some frail memorial still erected nigh , With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd , Implores the passing tribute of a sigh ...
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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.