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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Quite round the pile , a row of reverend elms , Cozval near with all that ragged shew , Long lash'd by the rude winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : Others so thin a - top , That scarce two crows could lodge in the same ...
Quite round the pile , a row of reverend elms , Cozval near with all that ragged shew , Long lash'd by the rude winds : some rift half down Their branchless trunks : Others so thin a - top , That scarce two crows could lodge in the same ...
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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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Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors ? scarce a scull's cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some ...
Of hard unmeaning face , down which ne'er stole A gentle tear ; with mattock in his hand Digs thro ' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors ? scarce a scull's cast up , But well he knew its owner , and can tell Some ...
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Could scarce have leisure for ; fools that we are ! Never to think of death and of ourselves At the same time ! As if to learn to die Were no concern of ours , O , more than sotuish ! For creatures of a day , in gamesome mood ...
Could scarce have leisure for ; fools that we are ! Never to think of death and of ourselves At the same time ! As if to learn to die Were no concern of ours , O , more than sotuish ! For creatures of a day , in gamesome mood ...
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Scarce importun'd , The gen'rous soil with a luxuriant hand Offer'd the various produce of the year And ev'ry thing most perfect in its kind . Blessed , thrice blessed day ! but ah , how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy ...
Scarce importun'd , The gen'rous soil with a luxuriant hand Offer'd the various produce of the year And ev'ry thing most perfect in its kind . Blessed , thrice blessed day ! but ah , how short ! Bless'd as the pleasing dreams of holy ...
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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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