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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... triumphant entries Of conquerors and coronation pomps , In glory scarce exceed , Great gluts of people Retard the unweildy shew ; whilst from the casements , And houses ' tops , ranks behind ranks close wedg'd Ilang bellying o'er .
... triumphant entries Of conquerors and coronation pomps , In glory scarce exceed , Great gluts of people Retard the unweildy shew ; whilst from the casements , And houses ' tops , ranks behind ranks close wedg'd Ilang bellying o'er .
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With study pale , and midnight vigils spent , The star- surveying sage close to his eye Applies the sight - invigorating tube ; And trav'lling thro ' the boundless length of space , Marks well the courses of the far - seen orbs ...
With study pale , and midnight vigils spent , The star- surveying sage close to his eye Applies the sight - invigorating tube ; And trav'lling thro ' the boundless length of space , Marks well the courses of the far - seen orbs ...
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Her very eyes weep blood : and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror : but the foe , Like a staunch murd'rer , steady to his purpose Pursues her close thro ' ev'ry lane of - life , Nor misses once the track , but presses on ...
Her very eyes weep blood : and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror : but the foe , Like a staunch murd'rer , steady to his purpose Pursues her close thro ' ev'ry lane of - life , Nor misses once the track , but presses on ...
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Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use .
Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use .
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tis no matter : A very little time will clear up all ; And make us learn'd as you are , and as close . Death's shafts fly thick ! Here falls the village swain , And there his pamper'd lord ! The cup goes round , And who so artful as to ...
tis no matter : A very little time will clear up all ; And make us learn'd as you are , and as close . Death's shafts fly thick ! Here falls the village swain , And there his pamper'd lord ! The cup goes round , And who so artful as to ...
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aged bear beneath blood boast breath cheek cheer close clouds comes common COUNTRY cruel dark dead Death deep dread drops dust earth ev'ry face fair fall fame fear fire foul gentle give gone grave half hand happy hard hast head hear heart Heav'n hold hope horrors hour joys keep leave lies life's live look loud means meet memory mighty nature ne'er never night o'er once pain path Peace poor pow'r proud rest rise round rude ruin Save scarce short Sickness sight silence sons soon soul sound spoils stand stone strange stream sudden Sure sweet tale tell thee thick thine thing thou thought thousand thro tomb vain warm waste weary Whilst whole winds wretch yonder youth
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Page 27 - 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 30 - 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 29 - 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 27 - 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 48 - 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.
Page 48 - 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...
Page 48 - 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.
Page 29 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
Page 49 - Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Page 3 - 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.
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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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