Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... foul they seem to 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 ...
... foul they seem to 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 ...
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... foul with icy hand , And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , Yet , ah ! why fhould they know their fate PROSPECT OF ...
... foul with icy hand , And flow - confuming Age . To each his fuff'rings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan , The tender for another's pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . Yet , Yet , ah ! why fhould they know their fate PROSPECT OF ...
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... diction and luxuriant harmony of numbers ; and its more rapid and irresistible course , when fwoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumul- tuous paffions . I. 2 . Oh ! Sovereign of the willing foul 58 THE PROGRESS OF POESY ,
... diction and luxuriant harmony of numbers ; and its more rapid and irresistible course , when fwoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumul- tuous paffions . I. 2 . Oh ! Sovereign of the willing foul 58 THE PROGRESS OF POESY ,
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... fal- lies of the foul . The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian Ode of Pindar . + This is a weak imitation of fome incompar- able lines in the fame Ode . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , D 2 A PINDARIC 59 O DE .
... fal- lies of the foul . The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian Ode of Pindar . + This is a weak imitation of fome incompar- able lines in the fame Ode . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , D 2 A PINDARIC 59 O DE .
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... foul from nightly fears , " From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " Such were the sounds , that o'er the + crested pride Of the firft Edward fcatter'd wild difmay , As down the steep of ‡ Snowdon's fhaggy fide He wound with ...
... foul from nightly fears , " From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " Such were the sounds , that o'er the + crested pride Of the firft Edward fcatter'd wild difmay , As down the steep of ‡ Snowdon's fhaggy fide He wound with ...
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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.
Page 61 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Page 102 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin ; And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
Page 52 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Page 31 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Page 68 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far ! — but far above the...
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...