Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... voice in every wind , And fnatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Lefs pleasing when poffeft ; The tear forgot as foon as shed , The funfhine of the breast : Theirs buxom health of rofy hue , Wild wit , invention ever ...
... voice in every wind , And fnatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Lefs pleasing when poffeft ; The tear forgot as foon as shed , The funfhine of the breast : Theirs buxom health of rofy hue , Wild wit , invention ever ...
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... in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry , Defpair , and fell With HYMN TO ADVERSITY : 53.
... in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful Band ( As by the Impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry , Defpair , and fell With HYMN TO ADVERSITY : 53.
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... the turbulent 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 .
... the turbulent 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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Thomas Gray. I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rofy - crowned Loves are feen On Cytherea's day , With antic Sports , and blue - eyed Pleasures , Frisking light in ...
Thomas Gray. I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rofy - crowned Loves are feen On Cytherea's day , With antic Sports , and blue - eyed Pleasures , Frisking light in ...
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... voice of Anguish ? Where each old poetic Mountain Inspiration breath'd around : Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd Fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike ...
... voice of Anguish ? Where each old poetic Mountain Inspiration breath'd around : Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd Fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike ...
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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...