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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... Dispatching at a wide extended blow Entire mankind , and for their sakes
defacing A whole creation ' s beauty with rude hands ; ' . Blasting the foodful grain
, the loaded branches , And marking all along its way with ruin . Accursed thing !
... Dispatching at a wide extended blow Entire mankind , and for their sakes
defacing A whole creation ' s beauty with rude hands ; ' . Blasting the foodful grain
, the loaded branches , And marking all along its way with ruin . Accursed thing !
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Strange persecution ! when the Grave itself Is no protection from rude sufferance
Absurd ! to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to
rescue ours ! The best concerted schemes men lay for fame Die fast away : only ...
Strange persecution ! when the Grave itself Is no protection from rude sufferance
Absurd ! to think to over - reach the Grave , And from the wreck of names to
rescue ours ! The best concerted schemes men lay for fame Die fast away : only ...
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... beauty with rude hands ; Blasting the foodful grain , the loaded branches , And
marking all along its way with ruin . Accursed thing ! O where shall fancy find A
proper name to call thee by , expressive Of all thy horrors ? pregnant womb of ills
!
... beauty with rude hands ; Blasting the foodful grain , the loaded branches , And
marking all along its way with ruin . Accursed thing ! O where shall fancy find A
proper name to call thee by , expressive Of all thy horrors ? pregnant womb of ills
!
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And God abhorr ' d ; with violence rude to break The thread of life ere half its
length was run , And rob a wretched brother of his being . . With joy Ambition saw
, and soon improv ' d The execrable deed . ' Twas not enough By subile fraud to ...
And God abhorr ' d ; with violence rude to break The thread of life ere half its
length was run , And rob a wretched brother of his being . . With joy Ambition saw
, and soon improv ' d The execrable deed . ' Twas not enough By subile fraud to ...
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And God abhorr ' d ; with violence rude to break The thread of life ere half its
length was run , And rob a wretched brother of his being . With joy Ambition saw ,
and soon improv ' d The execrable deed . ' Twas not enough By subile fraud to ...
And God abhorr ' d ; with violence rude to break The thread of life ere half its
length was run , And rob a wretched brother of his being . With joy Ambition saw ,
and soon improv ' d The execrable deed . ' Twas not enough By subile fraud 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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