Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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Page 68
... Beneath the Good how far but far above the Great . THE * Διὸς πρὸς ἔρνιχα θεῖον . Olymp . 2 . Pindar com- pares himself to that bird , and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain below , while it purfues its flight ...
... Beneath the Good how far but far above the Great . THE * Διὸς πρὸς ἔρνιχα θεῖον . Olymp . 2 . Pindar com- pares himself to that bird , and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain below , while it purfues its flight ...
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... beneath ! " O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , " Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe ; " Vocal no more , fince Cambria's fatal day , " To high - born Hoel's harp , or foft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is ...
... beneath ! " O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , " Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe ; " Vocal no more , fince Cambria's fatal day , " To high - born Hoel's harp , or foft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is ...
Page 80
... beneath the thorny fhade . " Now , * Henry the Sixth , George Duke of Clarence , Edward the Fifth , Richard Duke of York , & c . be- lieved to be murthered fecretly in the Tower of London . The oldest part of that structure is vul ...
... beneath the thorny fhade . " Now , * Henry the Sixth , George Duke of Clarence , Edward the Fifth , Richard Duke of York , & c . be- lieved to be murthered fecretly in the Tower of London . The oldest part of that structure is vul ...
Page 102
... beneath him shakes ) Till full before his fearless eyes The portals nine of hell arife . Right against the eastern gate , By the inofs grown pile he fate ; Where long of yore to fleep was laid The duft of the prophetic Maid . Facing to ...
... beneath him shakes ) Till full before his fearless eyes The portals nine of hell arife . Right against the eastern gate , By the inofs grown pile he fate ; Where long of yore to fleep was laid The duft of the prophetic Maid . Facing to ...
Page 133
... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's fhade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep . 5 . Non vox Aurora croceos fpirantis odores , Non ...
... Beneath those rugged elms , that yew - tree's fhade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep . 5 . Non vox Aurora croceos fpirantis odores , Non ...
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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...