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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... half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a - top That scarce two crows could lodge in the same tree . Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs ; Dead men have ...
... half down Their branchless trunks : others so thin a - top That scarce two crows could lodge in the same tree . Strange things , the neighbours say , have happen'd here ; Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs ; Dead men have ...
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... half : ' twas happiness Too exquisite to last . Of joys departed , Not to return , how painful the remembrance ! Dull grave ! thou spoil'st the dance of youthful blood , Strik'st qut the dimple from the cheek of mirth , And ev'ry ...
... half : ' twas happiness Too exquisite to last . Of joys departed , Not to return , how painful the remembrance ! Dull grave ! thou spoil'st the dance of youthful blood , Strik'st qut the dimple from the cheek of mirth , And ev'ry ...
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... half convicted of her folly , Hangs down the head , and reddens at the tale , Here all the mighty troublers of the earth , Who swam to sov'reign rule thro ' seas of blood ; Th ' oppressive , sturdy , man - destroying villains Who ravag ...
... half convicted of her folly , Hangs down the head , and reddens at the tale , Here all the mighty troublers of the earth , Who swam to sov'reign rule thro ' seas of blood ; Th ' oppressive , sturdy , man - destroying villains Who ravag ...
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... half their people , and gave up To want the rest ; now , like a storm that's spent , Lie hush'd , and meanly sneak beneath thy covert , Vain thought ! to hide them from the genʼral scorn , That haunts and dogs them like an injur'd ghost ...
... half their people , and gave up To want the rest ; now , like a storm that's spent , Lie hush'd , and meanly sneak beneath thy covert , Vain thought ! to hide them from the genʼral scorn , That haunts and dogs them like an injur'd ghost ...
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... the dark ! ' t is mad : No frenzy half so desperate as this . Tell us , ye dead ! will none of you in pity To those you left behind disclose the secret ? O ! that some courteous ghost would blab it out 16 THE GRAVE .
... the dark ! ' t is mad : No frenzy half so desperate as this . Tell us , ye dead ! will none of you in pity To those you left behind disclose the secret ? O ! that some courteous ghost would blab it out 16 THE GRAVE .
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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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Page 29 - 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 32 - 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 31 - 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 29 - 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 50 - 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 50 - 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 50 - 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 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
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.