Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sider |
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Side 12
... the glade * : Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit , and think ( At a bank O'ercanopy'd with lufcious woodbine . Shakefp . Midf . Night's Dream . ( At ease reclin'd in ruftic ftate ) How vain 12 ODE ON THE SPRING .
... the glade * : Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit , and think ( At a bank O'ercanopy'd with lufcious woodbine . Shakefp . Midf . Night's Dream . ( At ease reclin'd in ruftic ftate ) How vain 12 ODE ON THE SPRING .
Side 28
... new , 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.
... new , 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 43
... night Come ( fweep ) along fome winding entry ( * Styack has often feen the fight ) Or at the chapel - door ftand fentry . * The HOUSE - KEEPER . In In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish'd , Sour vifages , A LONG STORY . 43.
... night Come ( fweep ) along fome winding entry ( * Styack has often feen the fight ) Or at the chapel - door ftand fentry . * The HOUSE - KEEPER . In In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish'd , Sour vifages , A LONG STORY . 43.
Side 61
... Night , and all her fickly dews , Her * Λάμπει δ ' ἐπι πορφυρέησι Пlapsinos pus sparos . Phrynichus , apud Athenæum . + To compenfate the real and imaginary ills of life , the Mufe was given to Mankind by the fame Providence that fends ...
... Night , and all her fickly dews , Her * Λάμπει δ ' ἐπι πορφυρέησι Пlapsinos pus sparos . Phrynichus , apud Athenæum . + To compenfate the real and imaginary ills of life , the Mufe was given to Mankind by the fame Providence that fends ...
Side 66
... night . Behold , where Dryden's lefs prefumptuous car , Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear + Two Courfers of ethereal race , With necks in thunder cloath'd , and long - re founding pace . Hark , their heads , was the likeness of a ...
... night . Behold , where Dryden's lefs prefumptuous car , Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear + Two Courfers of ethereal race , With necks in thunder cloath'd , and long - re founding pace . Hark , their heads , was the likeness of 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...