PoemsJ. Murray, 1778 - 158 páginas |
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... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet fee The pure bev'rage of the bee ; O'er it hangs the shield of gold : " Tis the drink of Balder bold . Balder's head to death is giv'n . Pain can reach the Sons of Heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips unclofe ...
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet fee The pure bev'rage of the bee ; O'er it hangs the shield of gold : " Tis the drink of Balder bold . Balder's head to death is giv'n . Pain can reach the Sons of Heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips unclofe ...
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... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother fends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I clofe : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetefs , my spell obey ; Once again arife , and fay , Who th ' avenger of his ...
... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother fends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I clofe : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetefs , my spell obey ; Once again arife , and fay , Who th ' avenger of his ...
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Thomas Gray. PROPHETESS . In the caverns of the weft , By Odin's fierce embrace compreft , A wond'rous boy fhall Rinda bear , Who ne'er fhall comb his raven hair , Nor wash his vifage in the ftream , Nor fee the fun's departing beam ...
Thomas Gray. PROPHETESS . In the caverns of the weft , By Odin's fierce embrace compreft , A wond'rous boy fhall Rinda bear , Who ne'er fhall comb his raven hair , Nor wash his vifage in the ftream , Nor fee the fun's departing beam ...
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... PROPHETESS . Ha ! no Traveller art thou , King of Men , I know thee now ; Mightieft of a mighty line- ODIN . No boding Maid of skill divine Art thou , nor Prophetefs of good , But mother of the giant - brood ! PROPHET ESS . Hie thee ...
... PROPHETESS . Ha ! no Traveller art thou , King of Men , I know thee now ; Mightieft of a mighty line- ODIN . No boding Maid of skill divine Art thou , nor Prophetefs of good , But mother of the giant - brood ! PROPHET ESS . Hie thee ...
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Página 46 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Página 93 - 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 147 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 149 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 61 - 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 155 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 104 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Página 156 - 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. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 148 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 138 - OWEN's praise demands my song, OWEN swift, and OWEN strong; Fairest flower of Roderic's stem, * Gwyneth's shield, and Britain's gem. He nor heaps his brooded stores, Nor on all profusely pours; Lord of every regal art, Liberal hand, and open heart. Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay * Lochlin plows...