Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 страница |
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... grateful Science ftill adores And Her HENRY'S holy Shade ; ye , that from the stately brow Of WINDSOR's heights th ' expanfe below *** Of * King HENRY the Sixth , Founder of the College .藏 Of grove , of lawn , of mead furvey ,
... grateful Science ftill adores And Her HENRY'S holy Shade ; ye , that from the stately brow Of WINDSOR's heights th ' expanfe below *** Of * King HENRY the Sixth , Founder of the College .藏 Of grove , of lawn , of mead furvey ,
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... d to mere civility ; Her air and all her manners fhew it . " Condemn'd me to her affability ! " Speak to a Commoner and Poet ! ” [ Here 500 Stanzas are loft . ] · And And fo , God fave our noble King , And 16 LONG STORY .
... d to mere civility ; Her air and all her manners fhew it . " Condemn'd me to her affability ! " Speak to a Commoner and Poet ! ” [ Here 500 Stanzas are loft . ] · And And fo , God fave our noble King , And 16 LONG STORY .
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Thomas Gray. And fo , God fave our noble King , And guard us from long - winded Lubbers , That to eternity would fing , And keep my Lady from her Rubbers . HYMN HYMN ΤΟ ADVERSITY , Ζήνα Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδώ σαντα A LONG STORY . 47.
Thomas Gray. And fo , God fave our noble King , And guard us from long - winded Lubbers , That to eternity would fing , And keep my Lady from her Rubbers . HYMN HYMN ΤΟ ADVERSITY , Ζήνα Τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδώ σαντα A LONG STORY . 47.
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... king With ruffled plumes , and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of flumber lie The terror of his beak , and light'nings of his eye . Thee * Power of harmony to calm the turbulent fal- lies of the foul . The thoughts are borrowed ...
... king With ruffled plumes , and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of flumber lie The terror of his beak , and light'nings of his eye . Thee * Power of harmony to calm the turbulent fal- lies of the foul . The thoughts are borrowed ...
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... King ! Confufion on thy banners wait , " Tho ' fann'd by Conqueft's crimson wing They mock the air with idle ftate . " Helm Mocking the air with colours idly spread . Shakespeare's King John . " Helm , nor * Hauberk's twifted mail , "
... King ! Confufion on thy banners wait , " Tho ' fann'd by Conqueft's crimson wing They mock the air with idle ftate . " Helm Mocking the air with colours idly spread . Shakespeare's King John . " Helm , nor * Hauberk's twifted mail , "
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
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