Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... Song ; which when they had finished , they tore the web into twelve pieces , and ( each taking her portion ) galloped Six to the North and as many to the South . THE FATAL THE SISTER S. A N OD E. 45500550 05S PREFACE .
... Song ; which when they had finished , they tore the web into twelve pieces , and ( each taking her portion ) galloped Six to the North and as many to the South . THE FATAL THE SISTER S. A N OD E. 45500550 05S PREFACE .
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Thomas Gray. FATAL THE SISTER S. A N OD E. 45500550 05S OW the storm begins to low'r , Now ( Hafte , the loom of Hell prepare , ) * Iron - fleet of arrowy show'r Hurtles in the darken'd air . Glitt'ring Note The Valkyriur were female ...
Thomas Gray. FATAL THE SISTER S. A N OD E. 45500550 05S OW the storm begins to low'r , Now ( Hafte , the loom of Hell prepare , ) * Iron - fleet of arrowy show'r Hurtles in the darken'd air . Glitt'ring Note The Valkyriur were female ...
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... close and ftrong . Mifta black , terrific Maid , Sangrida , and Hilda fee , Join the wayward work to aid : Tis the woof of victory . Ere 95 Ere the ruddy fun be fet , Pikes must 94 THE FATAL SISTERS , The FATAL SISTERS.
... close and ftrong . Mifta black , terrific Maid , Sangrida , and Hilda fee , Join the wayward work to aid : Tis the woof of victory . Ere 95 Ere the ruddy fun be fet , Pikes must 94 THE FATAL SISTERS , The FATAL SISTERS.
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... Strains of Immortality ! Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot the fun . Sifters , weave the web of death ; Sifters , ceafe , the work is done . Hail Hail the task , and hail the hands ! Songs gá THE FATAL SISTERS ,
... Strains of Immortality ! Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot the fun . Sifters , weave the web of death ; Sifters , ceafe , the work is done . Hail Hail the task , and hail the hands ! Songs gá THE FATAL SISTERS ,
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Thomas Gray. That gnaws bright Hymen's golden chain , Who opens wide the fatal gate , For fad diftruft and ruthless hate , And forrow's pallid train . Ambition this fhall tempt to fix Her hopes on fomething high , To barter , for a coach ...
Thomas Gray. That gnaws bright Hymen's golden chain , Who opens wide the fatal gate , For fad diftruft and ruthless hate , And forrow's pallid train . Ambition this fhall tempt to fix Her hopes on fomething high , To barter , for a coach ...
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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...