Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 páginas |
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... Lord Keeper led the Brawls : The Seal , and Maces , danc'd before him . His bufhy beard , and fhoe - ftrings green , His high - crown'd hat , and sattin doublet , Mov'd the ftout heart of England's Queen , Tho ' Pope and Spaniard could ...
... Lord Keeper led the Brawls : The Seal , and Maces , danc'd before him . His bufhy beard , and fhoe - ftrings green , His high - crown'd hat , and sattin doublet , Mov'd the ftout heart of England's Queen , Tho ' Pope and Spaniard could ...
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... Lord of War , Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirfty lance at thy command . + Perching on the fceptred hand Of Jove , thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes , and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds ...
... Lord of War , Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirfty lance at thy command . + Perching on the fceptred hand Of Jove , thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes , and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds ...
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... Lord . Ezekiel i . 20 , 26 , 28 . * Οφθαλμῶν μὲν ἄμερσε · δίδου δ ' ἡδεῖαν αοιδήν . Homer . Od . Meant to exprefs the ftately march and found- ing energy of Dryden's rhimes . Haft thou cloathed his neck with thunder ? Job . III . 3 ...
... Lord . Ezekiel i . 20 , 26 , 28 . * Οφθαλμῶν μὲν ἄμερσε · δίδου δ ' ἡδεῖαν αοιδήν . Homer . Od . Meant to exprefs the ftately march and found- ing energy of Dryden's rhimes . Haft thou cloathed his neck with thunder ? Job . III . 3 ...
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... Lord of Wigmore . They both were Lords - Marchers , whose lands lay on the borders of Wales , and probably accompa nied the King in this expedition . The image was taken from a well - known pic- ture of Raphaël , reprefenting the ...
... Lord of Wigmore . They both were Lords - Marchers , whose lands lay on the borders of Wales , and probably accompa nied the King in this expedition . The image was taken from a well - known pic- ture of Raphaël , reprefenting the ...
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... Lord , " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No pitying heart , no eye , afford A tear to grace his obfequies . " Is * Ifabel of France , Edward the Second's adul- terous Queen . + Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . Death of that ...
... Lord , " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No pitying heart , no eye , afford A tear to grace his obfequies . " Is * Ifabel of France , Edward the Second's adul- terous Queen . + Triumphs of Edward the Third in France . Death of that ...
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Página 65 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Página 61 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Página 102 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin ; And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
Página 52 - 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...
Página 31 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Página 68 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far ! — but far above the...
Página 22 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Página 147 - 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.
Página 137 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Página 145 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...