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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... scarce two crows could lodge in the same tree . Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs ; Dead men have come again and walk'd about ; And the great bell has toll'd ...
... scarce two crows could lodge in the same tree . Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs ; Dead men have come again and walk'd about ; And the great bell has toll'd ...
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... scarce exceed . Great gluts of people Retard the unweildy shew ; whilst from the casements , And houses ' tops , ranks behind ranks close wedg'd Hang bellying o'er . But tell us , why this wa ste ? Why this ado in earthing up a carcase ...
... scarce exceed . Great gluts of people Retard the unweildy shew ; whilst from the casements , And houses ' tops , ranks behind ranks close wedg'd Hang bellying o'er . But tell us , why this wa ste ? Why this ado in earthing up a carcase ...
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... scarce a scull's cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some passage of his life . Thus hand in hand The sot has walk'd with death twice twenty years ; And yet ne'er younker on the green laughs louder , Or clubs a smuttier ...
... scarce a scull's cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some passage of his life . Thus hand in hand The sot has walk'd with death twice twenty years ; And yet ne'er younker on the green laughs louder , Or clubs a smuttier ...
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... scarce have leisure for ; fools that we are ! Never to think of death and of ourselves , At the same time ! As if to learn to die Were no concern of ours , O more than sottish ! For creatures of a day , in gamesome mood , To frolic on ...
... scarce have leisure for ; fools that we are ! Never to think of death and of ourselves , At the same time ! As if to learn to die Were no concern of ours , O more than sottish ! For creatures of a day , in gamesome mood , To frolic on ...
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... Scarce importun'd , The gen'rous soil with a luxuriant hand Offer'd the various produce of the year And ev'ry thing most perfect in its kind . Blessed , thrice blessed day ! but ah , how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy ...
... Scarce importun'd , The gen'rous soil with a luxuriant hand Offer'd the various produce of the year And ev'ry thing most perfect in its kind . Blessed , thrice blessed day ! but ah , how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy ...
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The Grave, a Poem. to Which Are Added an Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by ... Robert Blair Peržiūra negalima - 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
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29 psl. - 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...
32 psl. - 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.
31 psl. - 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.
29 psl. - 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?
50 psl. - 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.
50 psl. - 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...
50 psl. - 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.
31 psl. - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
3 psl. - 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.