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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... to the unequal fight ; , What groan was that I heard ? deep groan indeed ! With
anguish heavy laden ; let me trace it : Fom yonder bed it comes , where the
strong man , By stronger arm belal our ' d , gasps for breath Like a hard hunted
beast .
... to the unequal fight ; , What groan was that I heard ? deep groan indeed ! With
anguish heavy laden ; let me trace it : Fom yonder bed it comes , where the
strong man , By stronger arm belal our ' d , gasps for breath Like a hard hunted
beast .
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Whilst decp mouth ' d slaughter bellowing at her heels , Wades deep in blood
new spilt ; yet for to - morrow Shapes out new work of great uncommon daring ,
And inly pines till the dread blow is struck . But hold ! I ' ve gone too far ; too much
...
Whilst decp mouth ' d slaughter bellowing at her heels , Wades deep in blood
new spilt ; yet for to - morrow Shapes out new work of great uncommon daring ,
And inly pines till the dread blow is struck . But hold ! I ' ve gone too far ; too much
...
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Ope fly the doors of Heav ' n ; The fountains of the deep their barriers break ;
Above , below , the rival torrents pour , And drown Creation ; or in floods of fire
Descends a livid cataract , and consumes An impious race . Sometimes , when
all ...
Ope fly the doors of Heav ' n ; The fountains of the deep their barriers break ;
Above , below , the rival torrents pour , And drown Creation ; or in floods of fire
Descends a livid cataract , and consumes An impious race . Sometimes , when
all ...
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Whilst deep mouth ' d slaughter bellowing at her heels , Wades deep in blood
new spilt ; yet for to - morrow Shapes out new work of great uncommon daring ,
And inly pines till the dread blow is struck . But hold ! I ' ve gone too far ; too much
...
Whilst deep mouth ' d slaughter bellowing at her heels , Wades deep in blood
new spilt ; yet for to - morrow Shapes out new work of great uncommon daring ,
And inly pines till the dread blow is struck . But hold ! I ' ve gone too far ; too much
...
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Ope fly the doors of Heav ' n ; The fountains of the deep their barriers break ;
Above , below , the rival torrents pour , And drown Creation ; or in floods of fire
Descends a livid cataract , and consumes An impious race . Sometimes , when
all ...
Ope fly the doors of Heav ' n ; The fountains of the deep their barriers break ;
Above , below , the rival torrents pour , And drown Creation ; or in floods of fire
Descends a livid cataract , and consumes An impious race . Sometimes , when
all ...
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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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