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... The Fatal Sifters , an Ode III The Defcent of Odin , an Ode 119 The Triumphs of Owen , a Fragment 131 Ode for Mufic 135 Epitaph on Mrs. Clarke Elegy written in a Country Church - yard 145 149 122 SHORT ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE AND M R. OF.
... The Fatal Sifters , an Ode III The Defcent of Odin , an Ode 119 The Triumphs of Owen , a Fragment 131 Ode for Mufic 135 Epitaph on Mrs. Clarke Elegy written in a Country Church - yard 145 149 122 SHORT ACCOUNT OF THE LIFE AND M R. OF.
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... each winding vale , Far and wide the notes prolong . Sifters , hence with fpurs of fpeed ! Each her thundering faulchion wield ; Each beftride her fable fteed . Hurry , hurry , to the field ! иб THE THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ( From.
... each winding vale , Far and wide the notes prolong . Sifters , hence with fpurs of fpeed ! Each her thundering faulchion wield ; Each beftride her fable fteed . Hurry , hurry , to the field ! иб THE THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ( From.
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Thomas Gray. THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ( From the NORSE TONGUE . ) To be found in BARTHOLINUS , de caufus contemnendæ mortis ; HAFNIE , 1689 , Quarto . UPREIS ODINN ALLDA GAUTR , & c . Facing to the northern clime , Thrice he tracd ...
Thomas Gray. THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ( From the NORSE TONGUE . ) To be found in BARTHOLINUS , de caufus contemnendæ mortis ; HAFNIE , 1689 , Quarto . UPREIS ODINN ALLDA GAUTR , & c . Facing to the northern clime , Thrice he tracd ...
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... the northern clime , Thrice he tracd the Runic rhyme ; Thrice pronounc'd in accents dread , The thrilling verse that wakes the dead ! Publifhed as the Act directs 15 Aug. 1776 THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ROSE the DESCENT of ODIN .
... the northern clime , Thrice he tracd the Runic rhyme ; Thrice pronounc'd in accents dread , The thrilling verse that wakes the dead ! Publifhed as the Act directs 15 Aug. 1776 THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ROSE the DESCENT of ODIN .
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Thomas Gray. THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ROSE the King of men with speed , UPROSE And faddled ftrait his coal - black fteed : Down the yawning steep he rode , That leads to HELA's drear abode . Him the dog of darkness ... Odin, an Ode.
Thomas Gray. THE DESCENT OF ODIN . AN OD E. ROSE the King of men with speed , UPROSE And faddled ftrait his coal - black fteed : Down the yawning steep he rode , That leads to HELA's drear abode . Him the dog of darkness ... Odin, an Ode.
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Page 156 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 56 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 100 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 91 - 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 Great.
Page 96 - To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance.. I. 2 On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 156 - 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 149 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 60 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!
Page 60 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.