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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... silence reigns , and night , dark night , Dark as was Chaos ere the infant sun Was roll❜d together , or had tried its beams , Athwart the gloom profound ! the sickly taper By glimm'ring through thy low - brow'd misty vaults , Furr'd ...
... silence reigns , and night , dark night , Dark as was Chaos ere the infant sun Was roll❜d together , or had tried its beams , Athwart the gloom profound ! the sickly taper By glimm'ring through thy low - brow'd misty vaults , Furr'd ...
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... Though strong persuasion hung upon thy lip ,. And sly insinuation's softer arts In ambush lay about thy flowing tongue ; Alas ! how chop - fall'n now ! thick mists and silence . Rest , like a weary cloud , upon thy breast 12 THE GRAVE .
... Though strong persuasion hung upon thy lip ,. And sly insinuation's softer arts In ambush lay about thy flowing tongue ; Alas ! how chop - fall'n now ! thick mists and silence . Rest , like a weary cloud , upon thy breast 12 THE GRAVE .
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... silent dust , Or flattéry sooth the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to ecstacy the living lyre ...
... silent dust , Or flattéry sooth the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to ecstacy the living lyre ...
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... silence rest , The honour'd ashes of the British race . Here terminate ambition's airy schemes , The syren pleasure here allures no more ; Here grov'ling av'rice drops her golden dreams , And life's fantastic trifles all are o'er ...
... silence rest , The honour'd ashes of the British race . Here terminate ambition's airy schemes , The syren pleasure here allures no more ; Here grov'ling av'rice drops her golden dreams , And life's fantastic trifles all are o'er ...
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... silent grave and op'ning tomb Shall each reviving tenant lift his head . And this time - honour'd abbey's crouded womb Resign its treasures of illustrious dead . E'en now , methinks , by faith's pervading eye I see his banner in the ...
... silent grave and op'ning tomb Shall each reviving tenant lift his head . And this time - honour'd abbey's crouded womb Resign its treasures of illustrious dead . E'en now , methinks , by faith's pervading eye I see his banner in the ...
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The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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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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Side 29 - 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...
Side 32 - 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.
Side 31 - 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.
Side 29 - 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?
Side 50 - 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.
Side 50 - 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...
Side 50 - 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.
Side 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Side 3 - 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.