Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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Thomas Gray. Net 139 bewith 1. The Ju Jun 13 : 1 : 22 2. The with Dublin Fray moried you . و See the pupuce : a نابل ah are who That Smitiques not in the the authniged 1768 tim лим.
Thomas Gray. Net 139 bewith 1. The Ju Jun 13 : 1 : 22 2. The with Dublin Fray moried you . و See the pupuce : a نابل ah are who That Smitiques not in the the authniged 1768 tim лим.
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... [ See the Erfe , Norwegian , and Welch Fragments , the Lapland and American fongs . ] $ " Extra anni folifque vias- " Tutta lontana dal camin del fole . " Virgil . Petrarch , Canzon 2 . And oft , beneath the od'rous fhade Of Chili's ...
... [ See the Erfe , Norwegian , and Welch Fragments , the Lapland and American fongs . ] $ " Extra anni folifque vias- " Tutta lontana dal camin del fole . " Virgil . Petrarch , Canzon 2 . And oft , beneath the od'rous fhade Of Chili's ...
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... built its neft in the Peak of Derbyshire . [ See Willoughby's Ornithol . published by Ray . ] As dear to me as are the ruddy drops , That vifit my sad heart- Shakef . Jul . Cæfar . " No more I weep . They do not sleep A PINDARIC ODE . 75.
... built its neft in the Peak of Derbyshire . [ See Willoughby's Ornithol . published by Ray . ] As dear to me as are the ruddy drops , That vifit my sad heart- Shakef . Jul . Cæfar . " No more I weep . They do not sleep A PINDARIC ODE . 75.
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... mark the night , " When Severn fhall re - echo with affright The * See the Norwegian Ode , that follows . + Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley - Caftle . " The fhrieks of death , thro ' Berkley's roofs 76 THE BAR D ,
... mark the night , " When Severn fhall re - echo with affright The * See the Norwegian Ode , that follows . + Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley - Caftle . " The fhrieks of death , thro ' Berkley's roofs 76 THE BAR D ,
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... even- ing - prey . II . * Edward , the Black Prince , dead fome time before his Father . + Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Froiffard and other contemporary Writers . II . 3 . * Fill high the sparkling bowl 78 BARD , THE.
... even- ing - prey . II . * Edward , the Black Prince , dead fome time before his Father . + Magnificence of Richard the Second's reign . See Froiffard and other contemporary Writers . II . 3 . * Fill high the sparkling bowl 78 BARD , THE.
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Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 137 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Page 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...