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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... hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to sunder more . Nor shall it hope in vain : the time draws on When not a single spot of burial - earth , Whether on land , or in the spacious sea But must give back its long committed ...
... hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to sunder more . Nor shall it hope in vain : the time draws on When not a single spot of burial - earth , Whether on land , or in the spacious sea But must give back its long committed ...
الصفحة 33
... Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God , HAI AIL , sacred Fane ! amidst whose stately shrines B 4 ELEGY 33 'The next, with dirges due, in sad ...
... Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , ( There they alike in trembling hope repose , ) The bosom of his Father and his God , HAI AIL , sacred Fane ! amidst whose stately shrines B 4 ELEGY 33 'The next, with dirges due, in sad ...
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... comfort in affliction ) The countenance of Ged , and thro ' the gloom Shot forth some kindly gleams , to cheer and warm Th ' offender's sinking soul . Hope sent from Heav'n Uprais'd his drooping head , and shew'd afar A happier DEATH.
... comfort in affliction ) The countenance of Ged , and thro ' the gloom Shot forth some kindly gleams , to cheer and warm Th ' offender's sinking soul . Hope sent from Heav'n Uprais'd his drooping head , and shew'd afar A happier DEATH.
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... Hope swells his sails , and passion steers his course , Safe glides his little bark along the shore Where Virtue takes her stand ; but if too far He launches forth beyond Discretion's mark , Sudden the tempest scowls ,, the surges roar ...
... Hope swells his sails , and passion steers his course , Safe glides his little bark along the shore Where Virtue takes her stand ; but if too far He launches forth beyond Discretion's mark , Sudden the tempest scowls ,, the surges roar ...
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... hope , I safely trust Th ' Almighty's pow'r to raise me from the dust ; On his unfailing promises rely , And all the horrors of the grave defy ; Death , where's thy sting ? Grave , where's thy vic- tory } FINIS HEYDON , PRINTER , DOCK ...
... hope , I safely trust Th ' Almighty's pow'r to raise me from the dust ; On his unfailing promises rely , And all the horrors of the grave defy ; Death , where's thy sting ? Grave , where's thy vic- tory } FINIS HEYDON , PRINTER , DOCK ...
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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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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 31 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth...
الصفحة 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.