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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... bloom ; But strait our wish revoke , and will not go . So have I seen upon a summer's even , Fast by the riv'let's brink , the youngster play ; How wishfully he looks to stem the tide ! This moment resolute , next unresolv'd , At last ...
... bloom ; But strait our wish revoke , and will not go . So have I seen upon a summer's even , Fast by the riv'let's brink , the youngster play ; How wishfully he looks to stem the tide ! This moment resolute , next unresolv'd , At last ...
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... bloom . Then shall the good resolve , the gen'rous deed , And noble conflict in religion's cause , Fe well rewarded : ( ' tis by Heav'n decreed , ) And surely meet at judgment God's applause . O be it then our wisdom to secure Those ...
... bloom . Then shall the good resolve , the gen'rous deed , And noble conflict in religion's cause , Fe well rewarded : ( ' tis by Heav'n decreed , ) And surely meet at judgment God's applause . O be it then our wisdom to secure Those ...
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... bloom ; no pain he knew , No fear of change , no check to his desires , Save one command . That one command which stood ' Twixt him and Death , the test of his obedience , Urg'd on by wanton curiosity , He broke . There in one moment ...
... bloom ; no pain he knew , No fear of change , no check to his desires , Save one command . That one command which stood ' Twixt him and Death , the test of his obedience , Urg'd on by wanton curiosity , He broke . There in one moment ...
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... In my dark realms all opposites agree , The heirs of wealth and sons of poverty . Whose tomb is this ? It says , ' tis Mira's , tomb , Pluck'd from the world in beauty's fairest bloom ; * Attend , ye fair , ye thoughtless , and SOLILOQUY.
... In my dark realms all opposites agree , The heirs of wealth and sons of poverty . Whose tomb is this ? It says , ' tis Mira's , tomb , Pluck'd from the world in beauty's fairest bloom ; * Attend , ye fair , ye thoughtless , and SOLILOQUY.
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... bloom Tho ' flatt'ring life had promis'd years to come . Ye silken sons , ye Florio's of the age ! Who tread in giddy maze , life's flow'ry stage , Mark here the end of man , in Florio see , What you and all the sons of mirth must be ...
... bloom Tho ' flatt'ring life had promis'd years to come . Ye silken sons , ye Florio's of the age ! Who tread in giddy maze , life's flow'ry stage , Mark here the end of man , in Florio see , What you and all the sons of mirth must be ...
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The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Seite 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.