Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 ページ |
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... fcaly armour's Tyrian hue Thro ' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder faw , A whisker first , and then a claw ; With With many an ardent wifh , She stretch'd in vain 20 ODE ON THE DEATH OF.
... fcaly armour's Tyrian hue Thro ' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder faw , A whisker first , and then a claw ; With With many an ardent wifh , She stretch'd in vain 20 ODE ON THE DEATH OF.
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... golden reign : Now rolling down the steep amain , Headlong , impetuous , fee it pour : The rocks , and nodding groves rebellow to the roar . Oh ! The fubject and fimile , as ufual with Pindar , are united . The various fources of poetry ...
... golden reign : Now rolling down the steep amain , Headlong , impetuous , fee it pour : The rocks , and nodding groves rebellow to the roar . Oh ! The fubject and fimile , as ufual with Pindar , are united . The various fources of poetry ...
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... golden keys , immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horrour that , and thrilling Fears , Or ope the facred fource of fympathetic Tears . III . 2 . Nor fecond He * , that rode fublime Upon the feraph - wings of Extafy ...
... golden keys , immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horrour that , and thrilling Fears , Or ope the facred fource of fympathetic Tears . III . 2 . Nor fecond He * , that rode fublime Upon the feraph - wings of Extafy ...
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... 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 Care , " To triumph , and to die , are mine . " He spoke , and ...
... 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 Care , " To triumph , and to die , are mine . " He spoke , and ...
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... golden bed ? PR . Mantling in the goblet fee The pure bev'rage of the bee , O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder's head to death is giv'n . Pain can reach the Sons of Heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips ...
... golden bed ? PR . Mantling in the goblet fee The pure bev'rage of the bee , O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder's head to death is giv'n . Pain can reach the Sons of Heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips ...
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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...