Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... O DE ON THE SPRING . L O ! where the rofy - bofom'd Hours , Fair VENUS ' train appear , Disclose the long - expecting flow'rs , And wake the purple year ! B & The The Attic warbler pours her throat , Responsive to the.
... O DE ON THE SPRING . L O ! where the rofy - bofom'd Hours , Fair VENUS ' train appear , Disclose the long - expecting flow'rs , And wake the purple year ! B & The The Attic warbler pours her throat , Responsive to the.
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... train ! Ah , fhew them where in ambush stand To feize their prey the murth'rous band ! Ah , tell them , they are men ! Thefe fhall the fury Paffions tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that ...
... train ! Ah , fhew them where in ambush stand To feize their prey the murth'rous band ! Ah , tell them , they are men ! Thefe fhall the fury Paffions tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that ...
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... Train be there To foften , not to wound my heart , The gen'rous fpark extinct revive , Teach me to love , and to forgive , Exact my own defects to scan , ፡ What others are , to feel , and know myself a Man . THE THE PROGRESS of POESY ...
... Train be there To foften , not to wound my heart , The gen'rous fpark extinct revive , Teach me to love , and to forgive , Exact my own defects to scan , ፡ What others are , to feel , and know myself a Man . THE THE PROGRESS of POESY ...
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... train , And Death , fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my Song , difprove , And juftify the laws of Jove . Say , has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Mufe ? Night , and all her fickly dews , Her * Λάμπει δ ' ἐπι ...
... train , And Death , fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my Song , difprove , And juftify the laws of Jove . Say , has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Mufe ? Night , and all her fickly dews , Her * Λάμπει δ ' ἐπι ...
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... train along Their thought - dispelling way . Ah , fplendid room ! ah , pleafing fhade ! Ah , walks belov'd in vain Where oft in happier times I ftray'd , A ftranger then to pain : I feel the gales , which from you blow A momentary blifs ...
... train along Their thought - dispelling way . Ah , fplendid room ! ah , pleafing fhade ! Ah , walks belov'd in vain Where oft in happier times I ftray'd , A ftranger then to pain : I feel the gales , which from you blow A momentary blifs ...
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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...