Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sider |
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... leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply : Poor moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! Thy * While infects from the threshold preach , & c . M. GREEN , in the Grotto . Dodfley's ...
... leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply : Poor moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! Thy * While infects from the threshold preach , & c . M. GREEN , in the Grotto . Dodfley's ...
Side 52
... and thoughtless Joy , And leave us leifure to be good . Light they disperse , and with them go The fummer Friend , the flatt'ring Foe ; By By vain Prosperity receiv'd , To her they vow their 52 HYMN TO ADVERSITY . HYMN to ADVERSITY.
... and thoughtless Joy , And leave us leifure to be good . Light they disperse , and with them go The fummer Friend , the flatt'ring Foe ; By By vain Prosperity receiv'd , To her they vow their 52 HYMN TO ADVERSITY . HYMN to ADVERSITY.
Side 81
... Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that fires the western skies , " They melt , they vanish from my eyes . " But , * Eleanor of Caftile died a few years after the conqueft of Wales . The heroic proof ...
... Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that fires the western skies , " They melt , they vanish from my eyes . " But , * Eleanor of Caftile died a few years after the conqueft of Wales . The heroic proof ...
Side 104
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O. Once again my call obey . Prophetefs , arife , and say , What dangers Odin's Child await , Who the Author of his fate ? PR . PR . In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom : His 104 THE DESCENT OF ODIN ,
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O. Once again my call obey . Prophetefs , arife , and say , What dangers Odin's Child await , Who the Author of his fate ? PR . PR . In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom : His 104 THE DESCENT OF ODIN ,
Side 105
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O. Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who th ' Avenger of his guilt , By whom fhall Hoder's blood be spilt . PR . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace comprest , A ...
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O. Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who th ' Avenger of his guilt , By whom fhall Hoder's blood be spilt . PR . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace comprest , A ...
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Side 65 - 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.
Side 61 - 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.
Side 102 - 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.
Side 52 - 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...
Side 31 - 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
Side 68 - 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...
Side 22 - 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.
Side 147 - 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 137 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Side 145 - 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...