PoemsJ. Murray, 1786 - 178 стор. |
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Сторінка 79
... head , Dread Goddess , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band ( As by the impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ningmien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry ...
... head , Dread Goddess , lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band ( As by the impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ningmien , With fcreaming Horror's funeral cry ...
Сторінка 97
... Brave Urien fleeps upon his craggy Mountains , ye mourn in vain bed : Modred , whofe magic fong Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud - top'd ' head . • On G 4 < < On dreary Arvon's fhore they lie ,: ' A PINDARIC ODE . 97.
... Brave Urien fleeps upon his craggy Mountains , ye mourn in vain bed : Modred , whofe magic fong Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud - top'd ' head . • On G 4 < < On dreary Arvon's fhore they lie ,: ' A PINDARIC ODE . 97.
Сторінка 101
... head . " Above , below , the rofe of fnow , " Twin'd with her blufhing foe , we fpread ! " " The briftled boar in infant gore " Wallows beneath the thorny fhade . " Now , Brothers , bending o'er th ' accurfed " loom " Stamp we our ...
... head . " Above , below , the rofe of fnow , " Twin'd with her blufhing foe , we fpread ! " " The briftled boar in infant gore " Wallows beneath the thorny fhade . " Now , Brothers , bending o'er th ' accurfed " loom " Stamp we our ...
Сторінка 110
... texture grow ! Tis of human Entrails made , And the Weights that play below , Each a gasping Warriors Head . 1777. Publish'd as the Act directs by J.Murray No 32 Fleetfreet London . THE FATAL SISTERS . ANODE . OW the ftorm begins.
... texture grow ! Tis of human Entrails made , And the Weights that play below , Each a gasping Warriors Head . 1777. Publish'd as the Act directs by J.Murray No 32 Fleetfreet London . THE FATAL SISTERS . ANODE . OW the ftorm begins.
Сторінка 112
... head . Shafts for fhuttles , dipt in gore , Shoot the trembling cords along . Sword , that once a monarch bore , Keep the tiffue close and ftrong . Mifta , black terrific maid , Sangrida , and Hilda , fee ! Join the wayward work to aid ...
... head . Shafts for fhuttles , dipt in gore , Shoot the trembling cords along . Sword , that once a monarch bore , Keep the tiffue close and ftrong . Mifta , black terrific maid , Sangrida , and Hilda , fee ! Join the wayward work to aid ...
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Сторінка 156 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 155 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Сторінка 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Сторінка 57 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Сторінка 157 - 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...
Сторінка 153 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Сторінка 91 - 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...
Сторінка 96 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Сторінка 44 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting herds repose : Yet hark, how thro...
Сторінка 98 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 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...