PoemsJ. Murray, 1778 - 158 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 8
Página vii
... kind for himself . Nor fhould this advice be despised because it proceeds from a perfon he but little regards truth is the fame , thro ' whatever channel it runs . After this detail , it remains to fay fomething of the present edition ...
... kind for himself . Nor fhould this advice be despised because it proceeds from a perfon he but little regards truth is the fame , thro ' whatever channel it runs . After this detail , it remains to fay fomething of the present edition ...
Página xxxiv
... kind , The figh of forrow , and the streaming tears , Refistless all , their various pow'r combin'd . In her fair hand a filver harp fhe bore , Whofe magic notes , foft - warbling from the ftring , Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er ...
... kind , The figh of forrow , and the streaming tears , Refistless all , their various pow'r combin'd . In her fair hand a filver harp fhe bore , Whofe magic notes , foft - warbling from the ftring , Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er ...
Página xxxvi
... kind , To fnatch on high to yonder sky , The child of fancy left behind : Forgot the woes of Cambria's fatal day , By rapture's blaze impell'd , they fwell the artless lay . But ah in vain they ftrive to footh , With gentle arts , the ...
... kind , To fnatch on high to yonder sky , The child of fancy left behind : Forgot the woes of Cambria's fatal day , By rapture's blaze impell'd , they fwell the artless lay . But ah in vain they ftrive to footh , With gentle arts , the ...
Página xxxvii
... kind regard , Difpel the boift'rous ftorm that lours Destructive on the fav'rite bard ; Ọ watch with me his laft expiring breath , And fnatch him from the arms of dark , oblivious death . Hark the FATAL SISTERS join , And with horror's ...
... kind regard , Difpel the boift'rous ftorm that lours Destructive on the fav'rite bard ; Ọ watch with me his laft expiring breath , And fnatch him from the arms of dark , oblivious death . Hark the FATAL SISTERS join , And with horror's ...
Página 46
... kind reply ; Poor Moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! * While infects from the threshold preach , & c . M. GREEN , in the Grotte . Dodfley's Mifcellanies , Vol . 5. p . 161 . Thy Thy joys no glittʼring female meets , No hive ...
... kind reply ; Poor Moralift ! and what art thou ? A folitary fly ! * While infects from the threshold preach , & c . M. GREEN , in the Grotte . Dodfley's Mifcellanies , Vol . 5. p . 161 . Thy Thy joys no glittʼring female meets , No hive ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
againſt alfo Bank Annuities beneath breaſt Cambria's Cambridge compenfation death defign defire diftant dread dreft Dryden's edition Eirin Elfrida English Poetry ETON COLLEGE executors ExON eyes fable faid fame FATAL SISTERS fate fecond fecret feen feize fhade fhall fhould fide figh filent fing firft firſt five hundred pounds fleep foft folemn fome fong forrow foul fpirit ftand ftate ftrains ftream fuch give Goddeſs gout Gray's poems hand Hauberk heart Heraldry himſelf houſe James Browne King Lady laft loves lyre Mary Antrobus Maſon moſt Mufe Mufic ne'er numbers o'er ODIN perfon PETRARCH PINDARIC pleaſe pleaſure preſent Prophetefs publiſher Quarto Reduced Bank Regifter repofe ſee ſeen ſhall Sifters ſky ſpread ſpring ſteep ſtill ſtudy ſubject taſte tear thee theſe THOMAS GRAY thou thro uſe verfes verſe vifit Weave Weft Where-e'er whofe whoſe William Mafon wiſh
Pasajes populares
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...