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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... sound so dreary ; Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird Rook'd in the spire screams loud : the gloomy ailes Black plaïster'd , and hung round with shreds of scutch- And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound ...
... sound so dreary ; Doors creak , and windows clap , and night's foul bird Rook'd in the spire screams loud : the gloomy ailes Black plaïster'd , and hung round with shreds of scutch- And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound ...
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... sound of something purring at his heels : Full fast he flies , and dares not look behind him , Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows ; Who gather round , and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition , tall and ghastly , Who walks ...
... sound of something purring at his heels : Full fast he flies , and dares not look behind him , Till out of breath he overtakes his fellows ; Who gather round , and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition , tall and ghastly , Who walks ...
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... sound as he . Sorry pre - eminence of high descent Above the vulgar , born to rot in state ! But see ! the well plum'd hearse comes nodding on Stately and slow ; and properly attended By the whole sable tribe , that painful watch The ...
... sound as he . Sorry pre - eminence of high descent Above the vulgar , born to rot in state ! But see ! the well plum'd hearse comes nodding on Stately and slow ; and properly attended By the whole sable tribe , that painful watch The ...
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... Sound was the body , and the soul serene ; Like two sweet instruments , ne'er out of tune ,. That play their several parts . Not head nor heart , Offer'd to ach ; nor was there cause they should , For all was pure within : no fell ...
... Sound was the body , and the soul serene ; Like two sweet instruments , ne'er out of tune ,. That play their several parts . Not head nor heart , Offer'd to ach ; nor was there cause they should , For all was pure within : no fell ...
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... sound from brazen trump Of strong lung'd cherub shall alarm thy captives , And rouze the long , long sleepers into life , Day - light , and liberty . Then must thy gates fly open , and reveal The mines , that lay long forming under ...
... sound from brazen trump Of strong lung'd cherub shall alarm thy captives , And rouze the long , long sleepers into life , Day - light , and liberty . Then must thy gates fly open , and reveal The mines , that lay long forming under ...
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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.