The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.].1804 |
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... soul ! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! I owe thee much . Thou hast deserv'd from me Far , far beyond what I can ever pay . Oft ' have I prov'd the labours of thy love , And the warm efforts of the gentle heart Anxious to ...
... soul ! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! I owe thee much . Thou hast deserv'd from me Far , far beyond what I can ever pay . Oft ' have I prov'd the labours of thy love , And the warm efforts of the gentle heart Anxious to ...
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... soul Raves round the wall of her clay tenement , Runs to each avenue , and shrieks for help , But shrieks in vain ! how wishfully she looks On all she's leaving , now no longer hers ! A little longer , yet a little longer , O might she ...
... soul Raves round the wall of her clay tenement , Runs to each avenue , and shrieks for help , But shrieks in vain ! how wishfully she looks On all she's leaving , now no longer hers ! A little longer , yet a little longer , O might she ...
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... soul must part ! Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use ...
... soul must part ! Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use ...
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... souls departed have sometimes Forewarn❜d men of their death : ' twas kindly done To knock and give th❜ alarum . But what means This stinted charity ? ' tis but lame kindness That does its work by halves . Why might you not Tell us ...
... souls departed have sometimes Forewarn❜d men of their death : ' twas kindly done To knock and give th❜ alarum . But what means This stinted charity ? ' tis but lame kindness That does its work by halves . Why might you not Tell us ...
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... soul serene ; Like two sweet instruments , ne'er out of tune ,. That play their several parts . Not head nor heart , Offer'd to ach ; nor was there cause they should , For all was pure within : no fell remorse , Nor anxious castings up ...
... soul serene ; Like two sweet instruments , ne'er out of tune ,. That play their several parts . Not head nor heart , Offer'd to ach ; nor was there cause they should , For all was pure within : no fell remorse , Nor anxious castings up ...
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Almighty arrow cross beneath Bishop Porteus bleeding blood bloom boast breath catholicons cheek cheer COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD cruel dæmon dark dead dead of night Death deep disarm'd dread drops dust E'en e'er earth endless pains ev'n ev'ry fair fame flatt'ring foul gen'ral gen'rous gentle gloomy groan hand hard hunted hast heart Heav'n honour'd horrors hour immortal song joys life's ling'ring liv'd live look loud mankind mansions Methinks mighty nature ne'er neighbours say night nought o'er Offer'd once pain paths of glory Peace pow'r promis'd proud Robert Blair round rouze rude ruin scarce scatter'd shew sight Smil'd smile sons soon soul sound spoils stamp'd strange stream sudden sweet swoln tale tell thee thick thine thing thou thro tomb twas tyrant vex'd warm weary WESTMINSTER ABBEY Whilst wreck wretch yonder younker youth
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Página 29 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Página 32 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Página 31 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 29 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Página 50 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 50 - The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 50 - 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.
Página 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Página 3 - WHILST some affect the sun, and some the shade, Some flee the city, some the hermitage ; Their aims as various, as the roads they take In journeying through life ; — the task be mine To paint the gloomy horrors of the tomb ; Th' appointed place of rendezvous, where all These travellers meet.