Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sider |
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Side 28
... , And lively chear of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the eafy night , The fpirits pure , the flumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . Alas , Alas , regardless of their doom , The little victims 28 ODE ON A DISTANT.
... , And lively chear of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the eafy night , The fpirits pure , the flumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . Alas , Alas , regardless of their doom , The little victims 28 ODE ON A DISTANT.
Side 37
... morning issues A brace of Warriors , not in buff , But rustling in their filks and tiffues . The first came cap - à - pié from France , Her conqu'fing deftiny fulfilling , Whom meaner Beauties eye askance , And vainly ape her art of ...
... morning issues A brace of Warriors , not in buff , But rustling in their filks and tiffues . The first came cap - à - pié from France , Her conqu'fing deftiny fulfilling , Whom meaner Beauties eye askance , And vainly ape her art of ...
Side 62
... Morning's well - appointed Star Come marching up the eastern hills afar . Cowley . + Extenfive influence of poetic Genius over the remoteft and most uncivilized nations : its connection with liberty , and the virtues that na- turally ...
... Morning's well - appointed Star Come marching up the eastern hills afar . Cowley . + Extenfive influence of poetic Genius over the remoteft and most uncivilized nations : its connection with liberty , and the virtues that na- turally ...
Side 78
... Morn . “ Fair † laughs the Morn , and foft the Zephyr blows , " While proudly riding o'er the azure realm " In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes ; " Youth on the prow , and Pleasure at the helm ; " Regardless of the fweeping ...
... Morn . “ Fair † laughs the Morn , and foft the Zephyr blows , " While proudly riding o'er the azure realm " In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes ; " Youth on the prow , and Pleasure at the helm ; " Regardless of the fweeping ...
Side 134
... feges maturâ ceffit aristâ , Illi fæpe graves fregerunt vomere glebas ; Ah ! quoties læti fub plauftra egere juvencos ! Ah ! quoties duro nemora ingemuere sub icu ! Neg 5 The breezy call of incenfe - breathing Morn , 134 ELÉ GIÁ .
... feges maturâ ceffit aristâ , Illi fæpe graves fregerunt vomere glebas ; Ah ! quoties læti fub plauftra egere juvencos ! Ah ! quoties duro nemora ingemuere sub icu ! Neg 5 The breezy call of incenfe - breathing Morn , 134 ELÉ GIÁ .
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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...