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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... built sinewy limbs , and well - spread shoulders . ? See how he tugs for life ,
and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! eager he catches hold Of what comes
next to hand , and grasps it hard , Just like a creature drowning ! hideous sight ! A
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... built sinewy limbs , and well - spread shoulders . ? See how he tugs for life ,
and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! eager he catches hold Of what comes
next to hand , and grasps it hard , Just like a creature drowning ! hideous sight ! A
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Applies the sight - invigorating tube ; And trav ' lling thro ' the boundless length of
space , Marks well the courses of the far - seen orbs , That roll with regular
confusion there , In extacy of thought . . But ah ! proud man ! Great heights are ...
Applies the sight - invigorating tube ; And trav ' lling thro ' the boundless length of
space , Marks well the courses of the far - seen orbs , That roll with regular
confusion there , In extacy of thought . . But ah ! proud man ! Great heights are ...
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Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life - string bleeds at
thoughts of parting ! For part they must ! body and soul must part ! Fond couple !
link ' d more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source ,
The ...
Nature runs back , and shudders at the sight , And every life - string bleeds at
thoughts of parting ! For part they must ! body and soul must part ! Fond couple !
link ' d more close than wedded pair ; This wings its way to its Almighty Source ,
The ...
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... ve sometimes spied , Sad sight ! slow moving o ' er the prostrate dead : Listless
she crawls along in doleful black , While bursts of sorrow gush from either eye ,
Fast falling down her now untasted cheek . Prone on the lonely grave of the dear
...
... ve sometimes spied , Sad sight ! slow moving o ' er the prostrate dead : Listless
she crawls along in doleful black , While bursts of sorrow gush from either eye ,
Fast falling down her now untasted cheek . Prone on the lonely grave of the dear
...
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... strong - built sinewy limbs , and well - spread shoulderse See how he tugs for
life , and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! eager he catches hold Of what
comes next to hand , and grasps it hard , Just like a creature drowning ! hideous
sight !
... strong - built sinewy limbs , and well - spread shoulderse See how he tugs for
life , and lays about him , Mad with his pain ! eager he catches hold Of what
comes next to hand , and grasps it hard , Just like a creature drowning ! hideous
sight !
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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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