Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 sider |
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Side 12
... thro ' the clear , blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling , Where'er the oak's thick branches ftretch A broader , browner fhade ; Where'er the rude and mofs - grown beech O'er - canopies the glade * : Befide fome water's rufhy brink ...
... thro ' the clear , blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling , Where'er the oak's thick branches ftretch A broader , browner fhade ; Where'er the rude and mofs - grown beech O'er - canopies the glade * : Befide fome water's rufhy brink ...
Side 13
... thro ' the peopled air The bufy murmur glows ! The infect youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honied fpring , And float amid the liquid noon * : Some lightly o'er the current skim , Some fhew their gayly - gilded trim Quick ...
... thro ' the peopled air The bufy murmur glows ! The infect youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honied fpring , And float amid the liquid noon * : Some lightly o'er the current skim , Some fhew their gayly - gilded trim Quick ...
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... thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours dreft : Brush'd by the hand of rough Mifchance , Or chill'd by age , their airy dance They leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply ...
... thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours dreft : Brush'd by the hand of rough Mifchance , Or chill'd by age , their airy dance They leave , in dust to rest . Methinks I hear , in accents low , The sportive kind reply ...
Side 20
... Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue Thro ' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder faw , A whisker first , and then a claw ; With With many an ardent wifh , She stretch'd in vain 20 ODE ON THE DEATH ...
... Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue Thro ' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam . The hapless Nymph with wonder faw , A whisker first , and then a claw ; With With many an ardent wifh , She stretch'd in vain 20 ODE ON THE DEATH ...
Side 39
... Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er ftiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at the door , nor ftay'd to afk , But bounce into the parlour enter'd . C 4 The The trembling family they daunt , They flirt , they A LONG STORY . 39.
... Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er ftiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at the door , nor ftay'd to afk , But bounce into the parlour enter'd . C 4 The The trembling family they daunt , They flirt , they A LONG STORY . 39.
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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...