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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... yonder hallow'd fane ! the pious work Of names once fam'd , now dubious or forgot ; And , buried ' midst the wreck of things that were , There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead . • The wind is up ; hark ! how it howls ! methinks ...
... yonder hallow'd fane ! the pious work Of names once fam'd , now dubious or forgot ; And , buried ' midst the wreck of things that were , There lie interr'd the more illustrious dead . • The wind is up ; hark ! how it howls ! methinks ...
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... yonder bed it comes , where the strong man By stronger arm belal our'd , gasps for breath Like a hard hunted beast . How his great heart Beats thick ; his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! what now avail The ...
... yonder bed it comes , where the strong man By stronger arm belal our'd , gasps for breath Like a hard hunted beast . How his great heart Beats thick ; his roomy chest by far too scant To give the lungs full play ! what now avail The ...
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... yonder maker of the dead man's bed , The Sexton , hoary - headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand . Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance , By far his ...
... yonder maker of the dead man's bed , The Sexton , hoary - headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand . Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance , By far his ...
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... yonder ivy - mantled tower , The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such , as wandering near her secret bower , Molest her ancient solitary reign . -Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in ...
... yonder ivy - mantled tower , The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such , as wandering near her secret bower , Molest her ancient solitary reign . -Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in ...
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... 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 . ' Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn , ' Mutt'ring his ...
... 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 . ' Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn , ' Mutt'ring his ...
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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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29 ページ - 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...
32 ページ - 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.
31 ページ - 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.
29 ページ - 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?
50 ページ - 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.
50 ページ - 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...
50 ページ - 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.
31 ページ - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
3 ページ - 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.