Poems by Mr. GrayWilliam Sleater, 1768 - 187 страница |
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... weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line . " II . 1 . " Weave the warp , and weave the woof , " The winding - sheet of Edward's race . " Give ample room , and verge enough " The characters of hell to trace . " Mark the year , and ...
... weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line . " II . 1 . " Weave the warp , and weave the woof , " The winding - sheet of Edward's race . " Give ample room , and verge enough " The characters of hell to trace . " Mark the year , and ...
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... ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun ) " Half of thy heart we consecrate . 66 ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) " " Stay , oh ftay ! nor thus forlorn " Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that ...
... ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun ) " Half of thy heart we consecrate . 66 ( The web is wove . The work is done . ) " " Stay , oh ftay ! nor thus forlorn " Leave me unbless'd , unpitied , here to mourn : In yon bright track , that ...
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... Weaving many a Soldier's doom , Orkney's woe , and Randver's bane . See the grifly texture grow , ( ' Tis of human entrails made , ) And the weights , that play below , Each a gafping Warriour's head . Shafts for fhuttles , dipt in gore ...
... Weaving many a Soldier's doom , Orkney's woe , and Randver's bane . See the grifly texture grow , ( ' Tis of human entrails made , ) And the weights , that play below , Each a gafping Warriour's head . Shafts for fhuttles , dipt in gore ...
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... ( Weave the crimson web of war ) Let us go , and let us fly , Where our Friends the conflict share , Where they triumph , where they die . As the paths of fate we tread , Wading thro ' th ' enfanguin'd field : Gondula , and Geira , spread ...
... ( Weave the crimson web of war ) Let us go , and let us fly , Where our Friends the conflict share , Where they triumph , where they die . As the paths of fate we tread , Wading thro ' th ' enfanguin'd field : Gondula , and Geira , spread ...
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... , Strains of Immortality ! Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot the fun . Sifters , weave the web of death ; Sifters , ceafe , the work is done . Hail Hail the task , and hail the hands ! Songs gá THE FATAL SISTERS ,
... , Strains of Immortality ! Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot the fun . Sifters , weave the web of death ; Sifters , ceafe , the work is done . Hail Hail the task , and hail the hands ! Songs gá THE FATAL SISTERS ,
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Страница 61 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
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Страница 68 - 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...
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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Страница 145 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...