Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 ページ |
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... Dread Goddefs , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in 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 ...
... Dread Goddefs , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in 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 ...
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... has touched the true chords , and with a masterly hand , in fome of his Choru fes - above all , in the laft of Caractacus , Hark ! heard ye not yon footstep dread ? & c . Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the A PINDARIC ODE . € 1.
... has touched the true chords , and with a masterly hand , in fome of his Choru fes - above all , in the laft of Caractacus , Hark ! heard ye not yon footstep dread ? & c . Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the A PINDARIC ODE . € 1.
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... ; Where long of yore to fleep was laid The duft of the prophetic Maid . Facing to the northern clime , Thrice he trac'd the runic rhyme ; Thrice Thrice pronounc'd , in accents dread , The thrilling verfe 102 THE DESCENT OF ODIN ,
... ; Where long of yore to fleep was laid The duft of the prophetic Maid . Facing to the northern clime , Thrice he trac'd the runic rhyme ; Thrice Thrice pronounc'd , in accents dread , The thrilling verfe 102 THE DESCENT OF ODIN ,
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Thomas Gray. Thrice pronounc'd , in accents dread , The thrilling verfe that wakes the Dead ; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'd a fullen found . PR . What call unknown , what charms prefume To break the quiet of the tomb ...
Thomas Gray. Thrice pronounc'd , in accents dread , The thrilling verfe that wakes the Dead ; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breath'd a fullen found . PR . What call unknown , what charms prefume To break the quiet of the tomb ...
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... draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repofe ) The bofom of his Father and his God . paventofa fpeme . Petrarch . Son . 114 . 4 " A 1 OD E ON RANELAGH , Addreffed THE EPITAPH .
... draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repofe ) The bofom of his Father and his God . paventofa fpeme . Petrarch . Son . 114 . 4 " A 1 OD E ON RANELAGH , Addreffed THE EPITAPH .
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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...