Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... footh , And , * redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a fecond fpring . Say , And bees their honey redolent of spring . Dryden's Fable on the Pythag . Syftem . Say , Father THAMES , for thou haft feen Full 26 ODE ON A DISTANT.
... footh , And , * redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a fecond fpring . Say , And bees their honey redolent of spring . Dryden's Fable on the Pythag . Syftem . Say , Father THAMES , for thou haft feen Full 26 ODE ON A DISTANT.
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Thomas Gray. Say , Father THAMES , for thou haft feen Full many a fprightly race Difporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace , Who forem now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glaffy wave ? The captive linnet which ...
Thomas Gray. Say , Father THAMES , for thou haft feen Full many a fprightly race Difporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace , Who forem now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glaffy wave ? The captive linnet which ...
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... r of Fairy hands . To raise the cieling's fretted height , Each pannel in achievements cloathing , Rich windows that exclude the light , And paffages , that lead to nothing . C 2 Full Full oft within the spacious walls , When he had.
... r of Fairy hands . To raise the cieling's fretted height , Each pannel in achievements cloathing , Rich windows that exclude the light , And paffages , that lead to nothing . C 2 Full Full oft within the spacious walls , When he had.
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Thomas Gray. Full oft within the spacious walls , When he had fifty winters o'er him , * My grave Lord Keeper led the Brawls : The Seal , and Maces , danc'd before him . His bufhy beard , and fhoe - ftrings green , His high - crown'd hat ...
Thomas Gray. Full oft within the spacious walls , When he had fifty winters o'er him , * My grave Lord Keeper led the Brawls : The Seal , and Maces , danc'd before him . His bufhy beard , and fhoe - ftrings green , His high - crown'd hat ...
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... full fpeed towards a hill , and feem- ing to enter into it . Curiofity led him to follow them , till looking through an open- ing in the rocks , he faw twelve gigantic figures resembling women : they were all employed about a loom ; and ...
... full fpeed towards a hill , and feem- ing to enter into it . Curiofity led him to follow them , till looking through an open- ing in the rocks , he faw twelve gigantic figures resembling women : they were all employed about a loom ; and ...
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Page 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.
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...