Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 - English poetry |
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... whofe ftately thrines , Her conftant vigils , Melancholy keeps * ; ( Whilft on her arm her grief - worn cheek reclines ) And o'er the fpoils of human grandeur weeps . The long drawn aifles and penfive vaults of this ve- nerable pile of ...
... whofe ftately thrines , Her conftant vigils , Melancholy keeps * ; ( Whilft on her arm her grief - worn cheek reclines ) And o'er the fpoils of human grandeur weeps . The long drawn aifles and penfive vaults of this ve- nerable pile of ...
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... you : " To thofe eternal burnings go , 66 Whofe pangs the rebel angels know . " * John v . 29 . MATTHEW , Xxv . 34. - 41 . + 2 Timothy iv . 8. Rev. ii . 10 . TOMB TOMBSTONE LECTURES ; ADDREST TO ALL . A lecture filent [ 6 ]
... you : " To thofe eternal burnings go , 66 Whofe pangs the rebel angels know . " * John v . 29 . MATTHEW , Xxv . 34. - 41 . + 2 Timothy iv . 8. Rev. ii . 10 . TOMB TOMBSTONE LECTURES ; ADDREST TO ALL . A lecture filent [ 6 ]
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... Whofe fplendour was beheld with envious eyes ; and all the fons of earth must be . Titles and arms his pompous marble grace , With a long hift'ry of his noble race : Still after death his vanity furvives , And on his tomb , all of ...
... Whofe fplendour was beheld with envious eyes ; and all the fons of earth must be . Titles and arms his pompous marble grace , With a long hift'ry of his noble race : Still after death his vanity furvives , And on his tomb , all of ...
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... whofe potent arm fuftains The keys of hell and death * . The Grave , dread thing + ! Men fhiver when thou'rt nam'd ! Nature appall'a Shakes off her wonted firmnefs . Ah ! how dark Thy long extended realms and rueful wastes ! Where ...
... whofe potent arm fuftains The keys of hell and death * . The Grave , dread thing + ! Men fhiver when thou'rt nam'd ! Nature appall'a Shakes off her wonted firmnefs . Ah ! how dark Thy long extended realms and rueful wastes ! Where ...
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... whofe fpiky top Has wounded the thick cloud , and long out - liv'd The angry fhaking of the winter's form ; Yet spent at laft by th ' injuries of heav'n ; Shatter'd with age , and furrow'd o'er with years , The miflic cone with ...
... whofe fpiky top Has wounded the thick cloud , and long out - liv'd The angry fhaking of the winter's form ; Yet spent at laft by th ' injuries of heav'n ; Shatter'd with age , and furrow'd o'er with years , The miflic cone with ...
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Page 55 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 58 - 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.
Page 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
Page 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Page 60 - 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...
Page 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Page 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Page 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
Page 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.