Poems by Mr. GrayAlexander Donaldson, 1775 - 136 páginas |
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... She faw , and purr'd applaufe . Still had fhe gaz'd ; but ' midft the tide Two beauteous forms were feen to glide , The Genii of the ftream : Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue , Thro ' richest purple , to the view , " Betray'd a golden ...
... She faw , and purr'd applaufe . Still had fhe gaz'd ; but ' midft the tide Two beauteous forms were feen to glide , The Genii of the ftream : Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue , Thro ' richest purple , to the view , " Betray'd a golden ...
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... She stretch'd , in vain , to reach the prize , What female heart can gold despise ? What cat's averfe to fifh ... She tumbled headlong in . A Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to Eight OF A FAVOURITE CAT . 13.
... She stretch'd , in vain , to reach the prize , What female heart can gold despise ? What cat's averfe to fifh ... She tumbled headlong in . A Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to Eight OF A FAVOURITE CAT . 13.
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Thomas Gray. Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to ev'ry wat❜ry God , Some speedy aid to fend . No Dolphin came , no Nereid ftirr'd , Nor cruel Tom , nor Sufan heard . A fav'rite has no friend ! From hence , ye beauties ...
Thomas Gray. Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to ev'ry wat❜ry God , Some speedy aid to fend . No Dolphin came , no Nereid ftirr'd , Nor cruel Tom , nor Sufan heard . A fav'rite has no friend ! From hence , ye beauties ...
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... She saw, and purr'd applause. Still had she gaz'd : but 'midst the tide Two beauteous forms were seen to glide, The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue, Thro' richest purple, to the view, Betray'd a golden gleam. OF A ...
... She saw, and purr'd applause. Still had she gaz'd : but 'midst the tide Two beauteous forms were seen to glide, The Genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue, Thro' richest purple, to the view, Betray'd a golden gleam. OF A ...
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... she wins her eafy way : O'er her warm cheek , and rifing bosom , move + The bloom of young Defire , and purple light of Love , Μαρμαρυγὰς θηεῖτο πεδῶν · θαύμαζε δέ θυμῶ . + Λάμπει δ ' ἐπὶ πορφυρέησι HOMER . Od . ❤ . Nagsinos Pãs igwrC ...
... she wins her eafy way : O'er her warm cheek , and rifing bosom , move + The bloom of young Defire , and purple light of Love , Μαρμαρυγὰς θηεῖτο πεδῶν · θαύμαζε δέ θυμῶ . + Λάμπει δ ' ἐπὶ πορφυρέησι HOMER . Od . ❤ . Nagsinos Pãs igwrC ...
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Página 135 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 128 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 46 - 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...
Página 134 - 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 132 - 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...
Página 125 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 127 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 40 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Página 140 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Página 59 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...