Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 Seiten |
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... band ! Ah , tell them , they are men ! Thefe fhall the fury Paffions tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that fculks behind ; Or pineing Love shall waste their youth . Or Jealousy with rankling ...
... band ! Ah , tell them , they are men ! Thefe fhall the fury Paffions tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that fculks behind ; Or pineing Love shall waste their youth . Or Jealousy with rankling ...
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... band , That numbs the foul with icy hand , And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , Yet , ah ! why fhould they know ...
... band , That numbs the foul with icy hand , And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , Yet , ah ! why fhould they know ...
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... thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry , Defpair , and fell With HYMN TO ADVERSITY : 53.
... thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry , Defpair , and fell With HYMN TO ADVERSITY : 53.
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... band , " I fee them fit , they linger yet , 66 Avengers of their native land : * " With me in dreadful harmony they join , " And * weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line . " II . 1 . " Weave the warp , and weave the woof , " The ...
... band , " I fee them fit , they linger yet , 66 Avengers of their native land : * " With me in dreadful harmony they join , " And * weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line . " II . 1 . " Weave the warp , and weave the woof , " The ...
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... band Of falfe deceitful men ! These shall the luft of gaming wear , That harpy of the mind , With all the troop of rage and fear , That follows close behind : Or pining love fhall wafte their youth , Or jealoufy , with rankling tooth ...
... band Of falfe deceitful men ! These shall the luft of gaming wear , That harpy of the mind , With all the troop of rage and fear , That follows close behind : Or pining love fhall wafte their youth , Or jealoufy , with rankling tooth ...
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 65 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Seite 61 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Seite 102 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin ; And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
Seite 52 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Seite 31 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Seite 68 - 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 22 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Seite 147 - 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.
Seite 137 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Seite 145 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...