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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... stand O'er some new open'd grave ; and , strange to tell ! Evanishes at crowing of the cock . The new inade widow too I've sometimes spied , Sad sight ! slow moving o'er the prostrate dead : Listless she crawls along in doleful black ...
... stand O'er some new open'd grave ; and , strange to tell ! Evanishes at crowing of the cock . The new inade widow too I've sometimes spied , Sad sight ! slow moving o'er the prostrate dead : Listless she crawls along in doleful black ...
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... Stand thick as dew - drops on the bells of flow'rs : Honest effusion ! the swoln heart in vain Works hard to put a gloss on its distress . Strength too ! thou surly , and less gentle boast Of those that laugh loud at the village ring ...
... Stand thick as dew - drops on the bells of flow'rs : Honest effusion ! the swoln heart in vain Works hard to put a gloss on its distress . Strength too ! thou surly , and less gentle boast Of those that laugh loud at the village ring ...
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Robert Blair. O how his eyes stand out , and stare full ghastly ! Whilst the distemper's rank and deadly venom Shoots like a burning arrow cross his bowels , And drinks his marrow up . Heard you that It was his last . See how the great ...
Robert Blair. O how his eyes stand out , and stare full ghastly ! Whilst the distemper's rank and deadly venom Shoots like a burning arrow cross his bowels , And drinks his marrow up . Heard you that It was his last . See how the great ...
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... stand open . Who could force The ill - pleas'd guest to sit out his full time , Or blame him if he goes ? Sure he does well That helps himself as timely as he can , When able . But if there is an HEREAFTER , And that there is ...
... stand open . Who could force The ill - pleas'd guest to sit out his full time , Or blame him if he goes ? Sure he does well That helps himself as timely as he can , When able . But if there is an HEREAFTER , And that there is ...
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... stand , And wait th ' appointed hour , till they're reliev'd . Those only are the brave who keep their ground . And keep it to the last . To run away Is but a coward's trick : to run away From this world's ills , that at the very worst ...
... stand , And wait th ' appointed hour , till they're reliev'd . Those only are the brave who keep their ground . And keep it to the last . To run away Is but a coward's trick : to run away From this world's ills , that at the very worst ...
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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.