PoemsJ. Murray, 1786 - 178 Seiten |
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... the border . So cunning was the Apparatus , The powerful pothooks did so move him , That , will he , nill he , to the Great - house He went , as if the devil drove him . Yet Yet on his way ( no fign of grace , 70 A LONG STORY .
... the border . So cunning was the Apparatus , The powerful pothooks did so move him , That , will he , nill he , to the Great - house He went , as if the devil drove him . Yet Yet on his way ( no fign of grace , 70 A LONG STORY .
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Thomas Gray. Yet on his way ( no fign of grace , For folks in fear are apt to pray ) To Phœbus he preferr'd his case , And begg'd his aid that dreadful day . The Godhead would have back'd his quarrel , But with a blush on recollection ...
Thomas Gray. Yet on his way ( no fign of grace , For folks in fear are apt to pray ) To Phœbus he preferr'd his case , And begg'd his aid that dreadful day . The Godhead would have back'd his quarrel , But with a blush on recollection ...
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... grace- She fmil'd , and bid him come to dinner . Jefu - Maria ! Madam Bridget , Why what can the Viscountess mean ? ' ( Cried the square Hoods in woeful fidget ) The times are alter'd quite and clean ! • Decorum's • Decorum's turn'd to ...
... grace- She fmil'd , and bid him come to dinner . Jefu - Maria ! Madam Bridget , Why what can the Viscountess mean ? ' ( Cried the square Hoods in woeful fidget ) The times are alter'd quite and clean ! • Decorum's • Decorum's turn'd to ...
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... grace his obfequies . " 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 . [ blows , " Fair laughs the Morn , and foft the ...
... grace his obfequies . " 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 . [ blows , " Fair laughs the Morn , and foft the ...
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... grace . • What strings fymphonious tremble in the air ! What ftrains of vocal tranfport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talieffin , hear ; They breathe a foul to animate thy clay . Bright Rapture calls , and foaring , as ...
... grace . • What strings fymphonious tremble in the air ! What ftrains of vocal tranfport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talieffin , hear ; They breathe a foul to animate thy clay . Bright Rapture calls , and foaring , as ...
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againſt Awake Bank Annuities Bard beneath bluſh breaſt breath Cambridge cloſe compenfation coufin death defign defire diftant dreft Duke of Grafton Edward Eirin Eolian ETON COLLEGE executors eyes fable faid fame FATAL SISTERS fate fecond fecret feen fhade fhall fhore fide figh filent firft firſt five hundred pounds flain fleep fmile folar folemn fome fong forrow foul ftanding ftate ftrains ftream fubject fublime fuch give glitt'ring hand Hauberk heart Henry the Sixth himſelf houſe Ibid James Browne King Lady laft laughing wild Love lyre Mafon Margaret of Anjou Mary Antrobus Maſon Mufe numbers o'er ODIN paffions perfon PETRARCH PINDARIC pleaſing pleaſure Poet publiſher Quarto Reduced Bank repoſe rife rofe ſay ſeen ſhall ſpeed ſpell ſteep ſteps ſtudy Talieffin tear thee theſe THOMAS GRAY thou thro Univerſity uſe verfe vifit voice Weave Weft whofe youth
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Seite 156 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 155 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Seite 57 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Seite 157 - 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. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 153 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Seite 91 - 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...
Seite 96 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Seite 44 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how thro...
Seite 98 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...