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... HOPE OF A JOYFUL RESURRECTION , THE REMAINS OF MARY ANTROBUS . SHE DIED , UNMARRIED , NÓV . V. MDCCXLIX . AGED LXVI . IN THE SAME PIOUS CONFIDENCE , BESIDE HER FRIEND AND SISTER , HERE SLEEP THE REMAINS OF DOROTHY GRAY , WIDOW , THE ...
... HOPE OF A JOYFUL RESURRECTION , THE REMAINS OF MARY ANTROBUS . SHE DIED , UNMARRIED , NÓV . V. MDCCXLIX . AGED LXVI . IN THE SAME PIOUS CONFIDENCE , BESIDE HER FRIEND AND SISTER , HERE SLEEP THE REMAINS OF DOROTHY GRAY , WIDOW , THE ...
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... hope it will be approved , upon scepticism and infidel- ity . His short account of Shaftesbury I will insert . C You say you cannot conceive how Lord Shaftes- bury came to be a philosopher in vogue ; I will tell ( you : first , he was a ...
... hope it will be approved , upon scepticism and infidel- ity . His short account of Shaftesbury I will insert . C You say you cannot conceive how Lord Shaftes- bury came to be a philosopher in vogue ; I will tell ( you : first , he was a ...
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... hope is theirs by Fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom Health of rosy hue , Wild Wit , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The ...
... hope is theirs by Fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom Health of rosy hue , Wild Wit , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The ...
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... hope they burn : But none from Cattraeth's vale return , Save Aëron brave , and Conan strong , ( Bursting thro ' the bloody throng ) And I , the meanest of them all , That live to weep and sing their fall . MISCELLANIES . A LONG STORY ...
... hope they burn : But none from Cattraeth's vale return , Save Aëron brave , and Conan strong , ( Bursting thro ' the bloody throng ) And I , the meanest of them all , That live to weep and sing their fall . MISCELLANIES . A LONG STORY ...
Page 123
... hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God [ 46 ] . " The redbreast oft , at evening hours , " Shall kindly lend his little aid , " With hoary moss and gather'd flow'rs , " To deck the ground where thou art laid . " 6 [ 46 ] Of ...
... hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God [ 46 ] . " The redbreast oft , at evening hours , " Shall kindly lend his little aid , " With hoary moss and gather'd flow'rs , " To deck the ground where thou art laid . " 6 [ 46 ] Of ...
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Page 120 - 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. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Page 117 - Muse, 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 resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Page 34 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter thro...
Page 119 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — 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 113 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 39 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 44 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heavenly birth And bade to form her infant mind.
Page 48 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 66 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year and mark the night When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death thro...
Page 67 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.