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 |
De dentro do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 23
Página 4
... Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs ; Dead men have come again and walk'd about ; And the great bell has toll'd , unrung , untouch'd . Such tales their cheer , at ...
... Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs ; Dead men have come again and walk'd about ; And the great bell has toll'd , unrung , untouch'd . Such tales their cheer , at ...
Página 5
... strange to tell ! Evanishes at crowing of the cock . The new inade widow too I've sometimes spied , Sad sight ! slow moving o'er the prostrate dead : Listless she crawls along in doleful black , While bursts of sorrow gush from either ...
... strange to tell ! Evanishes at crowing of the cock . The new inade widow too I've sometimes spied , Sad sight ! slow moving o'er the prostrate dead : Listless she crawls along in doleful black , While bursts of sorrow gush from either ...
Página 9
Robert Blair. Pursues thee ev'n to death ; nor there stops shorts Strange persecution ! when the Grave itself Is no protection from rude sufferance Absurd ! to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to rescue ours ...
Robert Blair. Pursues thee ev'n to death ; nor there stops shorts Strange persecution ! when the Grave itself Is no protection from rude sufferance Absurd ! to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to rescue ours ...
Página 15
... strange moment must it be , when near Thy journey's end , thou hast the gulph in view ! That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd , To tell what's doing on the other side ! Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life ...
... strange moment must it be , when near Thy journey's end , thou hast the gulph in view ! That awful gulf no mortal e'er repass'd , To tell what's doing on the other side ! Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life ...
Página 17
... strange ! the living lay it not to heart . See yonder maker of the dead man's bed , The Sexton , hoary - headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand . Digs thro ' whole ...
... strange ! the living lay it not to heart . See yonder maker of the dead man's bed , The Sexton , hoary - headed chronicle ! Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand . Digs thro ' whole ...
Outras edições - Ver todos
The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Prévia não disponível - 2016 |
Termos e frases comuns
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
Passagens mais conhecidas
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Página 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.