Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 pages |
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Page 143
... these bones from infult to protect Some frail memorial ftill erected nigh , With uncouth rhimes and fhapeless fculpture deck'd , Implores the paffing tribute of a figh . 21 . Their name , their years , fpelt by th ' unletter'd mufe ...
... these bones from infult to protect Some frail memorial ftill erected nigh , With uncouth rhimes and fhapeless fculpture deck'd , Implores the paffing tribute of a figh . 21 . Their name , their years , fpelt by th ' unletter'd mufe ...
Page 147
... these lines their artlefs tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred Spirit fhall inquire thy fate , 25 . Haply fome hoary - headed Swain may fay , Oft have we feen him at the peep of dawn " Brushing with hafty ...
... these lines their artlefs tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred Spirit fhall inquire thy fate , 25 . Haply fome hoary - headed Swain may fay , Oft have we feen him at the peep of dawn " Brushing with hafty ...
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... These shall the luft of gaming wear , That harpy of the mind , With all 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 ...
... These shall the luft of gaming wear , That harpy of the mind , With all 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 ...
Page 160
... these shall try , And affectation's haughty eye , That fcowls on those it us'd to greet , The cutting fneer , th ' abusive song , And falfe report , that glides along , With never - refting feet . And years And lo ! where in the vale of ...
... these shall try , And affectation's haughty eye , That fcowls on those it us'd to greet , The cutting fneer , th ' abusive song , And falfe report , that glides along , With never - refting feet . And years And lo ! where in the vale of ...
Page 161
... These aid from quacks , and cordials beg , While this , transform'd by folly's hand , Remains a - while at her command A tea - pot , or an egg . To each her fuff'rings : all must grieve , And pour a filent groan , At homage others ...
... These aid from quacks , and cordials beg , While this , transform'd by folly's hand , Remains a - while at her command A tea - pot , or an egg . To each her fuff'rings : all must grieve , And pour a filent groan , At homage others ...
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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...