Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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... the troop of rage and fear , That follows close behind : Or pining love fhall wafte their youth , Or jealoufy , with rankling tooth , [ H 4 ] That That gnaws bright Hymen's golden chain , Who opens wide ODE ON RANELAGH . 159.
... the troop of rage and fear , That follows close behind : Or pining love fhall wafte their youth , Or jealoufy , with rankling tooth , [ H 4 ] That That gnaws bright Hymen's golden chain , Who opens wide ODE ON RANELAGH . 159.
Page 161
... fears , More hideous than their queen : Struck with th ' imaginary crew Which artlefs nature never knew These aid from quacks , and cordials beg , While this , transform'd by folly's hand , Remains a - while at her command A tea - pot ...
... fears , More hideous than their queen : Struck with th ' imaginary crew Which artlefs nature never knew These aid from quacks , and cordials beg , While this , transform'd by folly's hand , Remains a - while at her command A tea - pot ...
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... Fear " Improv'd her Beauty while the knot was ty'd . " Now , by his Patron's bounteous care remov'd , " He roves enraptur'd thro ' the fields of Kent ; " Yet , ever - mindful of the place he lov'd , " Read here the Letter which he ...
... Fear " Improv'd her Beauty while the knot was ty'd . " Now , by his Patron's bounteous care remov'd , " He roves enraptur'd thro ' the fields of Kent ; " Yet , ever - mindful of the place he lov'd , " Read here the Letter which he ...
Page 185
... or low , all , all , is woe , Disease , mischance , pale fear and dubious fate . But , o'er every peril bounding Ambition views not all the ills furrounding , And , tip - toe on the mountain's steep , A 3 , A BURLESQUE ODE . 185.
... or low , all , all , is woe , Disease , mischance , pale fear and dubious fate . But , o'er every peril bounding Ambition views not all the ills furrounding , And , tip - toe on the mountain's steep , A 3 , A BURLESQUE ODE . 185.
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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...
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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...