The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.]. |
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... and furrow ' d o ' er with years , The mystic cone with hieroglyphics crusted
Gives way . O lamentable sight ! at once : The labour of whole ages lumbers
down , A hideous and mis - shapen length of ruins . . Sepulchral columns wrestle
but in ...
... and furrow ' d o ' er with years , The mystic cone with hieroglyphics crusted
Gives way . O lamentable sight ! at once : The labour of whole ages lumbers
down , A hideous and mis - shapen length of ruins . . Sepulchral columns wrestle
but in ...
Page 11
For this thy painful labours at thy glass , T ' improve those charms , and keep
them in repair , For which the spoiler thanks thee not ? Foul feeder ! Coarse fare
and carrion please thee full as well , And leave as keen a relish on the sense .
For this thy painful labours at thy glass , T ' improve those charms , and keep
them in repair , For which the spoiler thanks thee not ? Foul feeder ! Coarse fare
and carrion please thee full as well , And leave as keen a relish on the sense .
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Then shall the finish ' d bust , the sculptur ' d stone And all the labour of the artist '
s hand , Dissolve ; and virtue ' s solid base alone Amidst the gen ' ral wreck of
matter stand . Yca , should creation founder in the storm , And whelming perish in
...
Then shall the finish ' d bust , the sculptur ' d stone And all the labour of the artist '
s hand , Dissolve ; and virtue ' s solid base alone Amidst the gen ' ral wreck of
matter stand . Yca , should creation founder in the storm , And whelming perish in
...
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Through the sequcster ' d vale of rural life , The venerable Patriarch guileless
held The tenor of his way ; Labour prepar ' d His simple fare , and Temp ' rance
rul ' d his board . Tir ' d with his daily toil , at early eve He sunk to sudden rest ;
gentle ...
Through the sequcster ' d vale of rural life , The venerable Patriarch guileless
held The tenor of his way ; Labour prepar ' d His simple fare , and Temp ' rance
rul ' d his board . Tir ' d with his daily toil , at early eve He sunk to sudden rest ;
gentle ...
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In sober state , Through the sequcster ' d vale of rural life , The vencrable
Patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way ; Labour prepar ' d His simple fare ,
and Temp ' rance ruld his board . Tir ' d with his daily toil , at early eve He sunk to
...
In sober state , Through the sequcster ' d vale of rural life , The vencrable
Patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way ; Labour prepar ' d His simple fare ,
and Temp ' rance ruld his board . Tir ' d with his daily toil , at early eve He sunk to
...
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aged bear beneath blood boast breath cheer close comes common course dark dead Death deep dread drops dust earth ev'n ev'ry face fair fall fame fire gentle give grave half hand happy hard hast head hear heart Heav'n hope horrors hour joys keep Labour leave lies life's live look mankind Mark means meet mighty nature ne'er never night o'er once pain path Peace poor pow'r proud realms rest rise rose round rude ruin Save scarce shade short sight silence smile sons soon soul sound spoils stand steps stone stood strange stream sudden Sure sweet tell thee thick thine thing thou thought thousand thro toil tomb warm weary Whilst whole winds wreck wretch yonder youth
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Page 8 - 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...
Page 8 - 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.
Page 8 - 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.
Page 8 - 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?
Page 8 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
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| Title | The grave, a poem. To which are added An elegy in a country church-yard, by Gray. Death, a poem, by bishop Porteus [&c.]. |
| Author | Robert Blair |
| Published | 1804 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 21 Jun 2007 |
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