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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Approach and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Grav ' d on the stone beneath
yon aged thorn . THE EPITAPH : Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A
Youth , 10 Fortune and to Fame unknown : Fair Science frown ' d not on his
humble ...
Approach and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Grav ' d on the stone beneath
yon aged thorn . THE EPITAPH : Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A
Youth , 10 Fortune and to Fame unknown : Fair Science frown ' d not on his
humble ...
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... these ashes liv ' d ' ; a time must be , When others thus may stand and look at
me . Here , blepded , lie the aged and the young , The sich and poor , an :
indistinguish ' d throng ; Death conquers all , and Time ' s subduing hand.
SOLILOQUY.
... these ashes liv ' d ' ; a time must be , When others thus may stand and look at
me . Here , blepded , lie the aged and the young , The sich and poor , an :
indistinguish ' d throng ; Death conquers all , and Time ' s subduing hand.
SOLILOQUY.
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Beneath this sculptor d pompous marble stone Lies youthful Florio aged twenty -
one : ' n Cropp ' d like a fower he wither ' d in his bloom Tho ' fatt ' ring life had
promis ' d years to come . Ye silken sons , ye Florio ' s of the age ! Who tread in ...
Beneath this sculptor d pompous marble stone Lies youthful Florio aged twenty -
one : ' n Cropp ' d like a fower he wither ' d in his bloom Tho ' fatt ' ring life had
promis ' d years to come . Ye silken sons , ye Florio ' s of the age ! Who tread in ...
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... was these ashes liv ' d ; a time must be , Vhen others thus may stand and look
at me , ere , blended , lie the aged and the young , " he rich and poor , an
undistinguish ' d throng : Death conquers all , and Time ' s subduing hand
SOLILOQUY.
... was these ashes liv ' d ; a time must be , Vhen others thus may stand and look
at me , ere , blended , lie the aged and the young , " he rich and poor , an
undistinguish ' d throng : Death conquers all , and Time ' s subduing hand
SOLILOQUY.
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Beneath this sculptor ' d pompous marble stone Lies youthful Floris aged twenty -
one : Cropp ' d like a flower he wither ' d in his bloom Tho ' flatt ' ring life had
promis ' d years to come . Ye silken sons , ye Florio ' s of the age ! : Who tread in ...
Beneath this sculptor ' d pompous marble stone Lies youthful Floris aged twenty -
one : Cropp ' d like a flower he wither ' d in his bloom Tho ' flatt ' ring life had
promis ' d years to come . Ye silken sons , ye Florio ' s of the age ! : Who tread in ...
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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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