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To Contemplation's fober eye + Such is the race of Man ; And they that creep , and they that fly , Shall end where they began . Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours dreft ...
To Contemplation's fober eye + Such is the race of Man ; And they that creep , and they that fly , Shall end where they began . Alike the Bufy and the Gay But flutter thro ' life's little day , In Fortune's varying colours dreft ...
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These shall the fury Paffions tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love fhall waste their youth , Or Jealousy with rankling tooth , That inly gnaws the fecret heart ...
These shall the fury Paffions tear , The vultures of the mind , Difdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love fhall waste their youth , Or Jealousy with rankling tooth , That inly gnaws the fecret heart ...
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Ambition this shall tempt to rife , Then whirl the wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a facrifice , And grinning Infamy . The ftings of Falsehood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye , That mocks the tear it forc'd to ...
Ambition this shall tempt to rife , Then whirl the wretch from high , To bitter Scorn a facrifice , And grinning Infamy . The ftings of Falsehood those shall try , And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye , That mocks the tear it forc'd to ...
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I. But you , my fons ! at this high hour Shall fhare the fulness of my power : From all your bows , In levell'd rows , 1 My own dread shafts shall show'r . Go then to conqueft , gladly go , Deal forth my dole of destiny ; With all my ...
I. But you , my fons ! at this high hour Shall fhare the fulness of my power : From all your bows , In levell'd rows , 1 My own dread shafts shall show'r . Go then to conqueft , gladly go , Deal forth my dole of destiny ; With all my ...
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Helm , nor Hauberk's twisted mail † , Nor even thy virtues , Tyrant , shall avail * Mocking the air with colours idly spread . Shakespeare's King John . + The Hauberk was a texture of fteel ringlets , E 2 or To fave thy fecret foul from ...
Helm , nor Hauberk's twisted mail † , Nor even thy virtues , Tyrant , shall avail * Mocking the air with colours idly spread . Shakespeare's King John . + The Hauberk was a texture of fteel ringlets , E 2 or To fave thy fecret foul from ...
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| Title | Poems by Mr. Gray. A new edition |
| Author | Thomas Gray |
| Publisher | Osborne & Griffin, 1787 |
| Original from | The British Library |
| Digitized | 13 Sep 2013 |
| Length | 132 pages |
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