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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... ne'er notic'd , And well for neighb'ring grounds of arm as short : Who fix'd his iron talons on the poor , And grip'd them like some lordly beast of prey , Deaf to the forceful cries of gnawing hunger , And piteous plaintive voice of ...
... ne'er notic'd , And well for neighb'ring grounds of arm as short : Who fix'd his iron talons on the poor , And grip'd them like some lordly beast of prey , Deaf to the forceful cries of gnawing hunger , And piteous plaintive voice of ...
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... ne'er had been ! Raz'd from the book of fame ; or , more provoking , Perhaps some hackney hunger - bitten scribbler Insults thy memory , and blots thy tomb With long flat narrative , or duller rhymes . With heavy halting pace that drawl ...
... ne'er had been ! Raz'd from the book of fame ; or , more provoking , Perhaps some hackney hunger - bitten scribbler Insults thy memory , and blots thy tomb With long flat narrative , or duller rhymes . With heavy halting pace that drawl ...
第17页
... ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand . Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance , By far his juniors ? scarce a scull's cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some passage of his life . Thus hand ...
... ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand . Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance , By far his juniors ? scarce a scull's cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some passage of his life . Thus hand ...
第20页
... 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 of what might be . Alarm'd his peaceful ...
... 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 of what might be . Alarm'd his peaceful ...
第21页
... Ne'er to return again . And must he go ? Can nought compound for the first dire offence Of erring man ? like one that is condemn'd , Fain would he trifle time with idle talk , And parley with his fate . But ' tis in vain . Not all the ...
... Ne'er to return again . And must he go ? Can nought compound for the first dire offence Of erring man ? like one that is condemn'd , Fain would he trifle time with idle talk , And parley with his fate . But ' tis in vain . Not all the ...
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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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第29页 - 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...
第32页 - 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.
第31页 - 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.
第29页 - 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?
第50页 - 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.
第50页 - 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...
第50页 - 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.
第31页 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
第3页 - 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.