Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 ページ |
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... his own poetry with its musical accompaniments , Αἰολής μολπή , ̓Αιόλιδες χόρδας , Αἰολίδων πνοαὶ αὐλῶν , Eolian fong , Æolian ftrings , the breath of the Eolian flute . D The The laughing flow'rs , that round them blow , Drink.
... his own poetry with its musical accompaniments , Αἰολής μολπή , ̓Αιόλιδες χόρδας , Αἰολίδων πνοαὶ αὐλῶν , Eolian fong , Æolian ftrings , the breath of the Eolian flute . D The The laughing flow'rs , that round them blow , Drink.
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... breathing airs , Enchanting hell ! the fullen Cares , And frantic Paffions hear thy foft controul . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War , Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirfty lance at thy command . + Perching on the ...
... breathing airs , Enchanting hell ! the fullen Cares , And frantic Paffions hear thy foft controul . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War , Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirfty lance at thy command . + Perching on the ...
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... breath'd around : Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd Fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Pow'r , And coward Vice , that ...
... breath'd around : Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd Fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Pow'r , And coward Vice , that ...
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... breath , has quench'd the Orb of day ? " To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , " And warms the nations with redoubled ray , Enough for me : With joy I fee " The different doom our Fates affign . " Be thine Defpair , and scepter'd ...
... breath , has quench'd the Orb of day ? " To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , " And warms the nations with redoubled ray , Enough for me : With joy I fee " The different doom our Fates affign . " Be thine Defpair , and scepter'd ...
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... breath'd a fullen found . PR . What call unknown , what charms prefume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled fprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring bones have beat The winter's ...
... breath'd a fullen found . PR . What call unknown , what charms prefume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled fprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring bones have beat The winter's ...
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65 ページ - 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.
61 ページ - 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.
102 ページ - 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.
52 ページ - 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...
31 ページ - 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
68 ページ - 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...
22 ページ - 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.
147 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.
137 ページ - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
145 ページ - 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...