Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sider |
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... tear forgot as foon as shed , The funfhine of the breast : Theirs buxom health of rofy hue , Wild wit , invention ever - new , And lively chear of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the eafy night , The fpirits pure , the flumbers ...
... tear forgot as foon as shed , The funfhine of the breast : Theirs buxom health of rofy hue , Wild wit , invention ever - new , And lively chear of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the eafy night , The fpirits pure , the flumbers ...
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... tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that fculks behind ; Or pineing Love shall waste their youth . Or Jealousy with rankling tooth , That That inly gnaws the fecret heart , And Envy wan PROSPECT ...
... tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that fculks behind ; Or pineing Love shall waste their youth . Or Jealousy with rankling tooth , That That inly gnaws the fecret heart , And Envy wan PROSPECT ...
Side 30
... tear it forc'd to flow ; And keen Remorfe with blood defil'd , And moody Madness * laughing wild Amid fevereft woe . Madness laughing in his ireful mood . Lo , Dryden's Fable of Palamon and Arcite . Lo , in the vale of years beneath A ...
... tear it forc'd to flow ; And keen Remorfe with blood defil'd , And moody Madness * laughing wild Amid fevereft woe . Madness laughing in his ireful mood . Lo , Dryden's Fable of Palamon and Arcite . Lo , in the vale of years beneath A ...
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... tear . Oh , gently on thy Suppliant's head , Dread Goddefs , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien ...
... tear . Oh , gently on thy Suppliant's head , Dread Goddefs , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien ...
Side 65
... Tears . III . 2 . Nor fecond He * , that rode fublime Upon the feraph - wings of Extafy , The fecrets of th ' Abyss to spy . He pafs'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time : The living Throne , the fapphire - blaze , Where Angels ...
... Tears . III . 2 . Nor fecond He * , that rode fublime Upon the feraph - wings of Extafy , The fecrets of th ' Abyss to spy . He pafs'd the flaming bounds of Place and Time : The living Throne , the fapphire - blaze , Where Angels ...
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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...