The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.].1804 |
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... rude winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a - top That scarce two crows could lodge in the same tree . Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow ...
... rude winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a - top That scarce two crows could lodge in the same tree . Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow ...
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... rude sufferance Absurd ! to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to rescue ours ! The best concerted schemes men lay for fame Die fast away : only themselves die faster . The far - fam'd sculptor , and the ...
... rude sufferance Absurd ! to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to rescue ours ! The best concerted schemes men lay for fame Die fast away : only themselves die faster . The far - fam'd sculptor , and the ...
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... rude interposing rock had split . Here is the large - limb'd peasant : here the child Of a span long , that never saw the sun , Nor press'd the nipple , strangl'd in life's porch ; Here is the mother with her sons and daughters ; The ...
... rude interposing rock had split . Here is the large - limb'd peasant : here the child Of a span long , that never saw the sun , Nor press'd the nipple , strangl'd in life's porch ; Here is the mother with her sons and daughters ; The ...
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... rude hands ; Blasting the foodful grain , the loaded branches , And marking all along its way with ruin . Accursed thing ! O where shall fancy find A proper name to call thee by , expressive Of all thy horrors ? pregnant womb of ills ...
... rude hands ; Blasting the foodful grain , the loaded branches , And marking all along its way with ruin . Accursed thing ! O where shall fancy find A proper name to call thee by , expressive Of all thy horrors ? pregnant womb of ills ...
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... yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing Morn , The 28 ELEGY ELEGY ...
... yew - tree's shade , Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep . The breezy call of incense - breathing Morn , The 28 ELEGY ELEGY ...
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The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Almighty arrow cross beneath Bishop Porteus bleeding blood bloom boast breath catholicons cheek cheer COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD cruel dæmon dark dead dead of night Death deep disarm'd dread drops dust E'en e'er earth endless pains ev'n ev'ry fair fame flatt'ring foul gen'ral gen'rous gentle gloomy groan hand hard hunted hast heart Heav'n honour'd horrors hour immortal song joys life's ling'ring liv'd live look loud mankind mansions Methinks mighty nature ne'er neighbours say night nought o'er Offer'd once pain paths of glory Peace pow'r promis'd proud Robert Blair round rouze rude ruin scarce scatter'd shew sight Smil'd smile sons soon soul sound spoils stamp'd strange stream sudden sweet swoln tale tell thee thick thine thing thou thro tomb twas tyrant vex'd warm weary WESTMINSTER ABBEY Whilst wreck wretch yonder younker youth
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Seite 29 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Seite 32 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Seite 31 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Seite 29 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Seite 50 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Seite 50 - The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Seite 50 - 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.
Seite 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Seite 3 - WHILST some affect the sun, and some the shade, Some flee the city, some the hermitage ; Their aims as various, as the roads they take In journeying through life ; — the task be mine To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb ; Th' appointed place of rendezvous, where all These travellers meet.