The grave, a poem. To which are added, Gray's Elegy written in a country church-yard; and Parnell's Hermit

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Page 71 - his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive -their teams a-field! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! •' J' Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Page 79 - And melancholy marked him for her own. % Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send ; He gave to misery all he had, a tear ^ He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose,. Nor draw his frailties from their dread abode,
Page 75 - Their growing* virtues, but their crimes confined • Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide. .. •' To quench the blushes of ingenious shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride
Page 75 - With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife> Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They keep the noiseless tenor of their way* Yet even these bones, from insult to protect, Some
Page 74 - Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone
Page 73 - Or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death ? .-,-»... .'.-. I Perhaps in this neglected spot, is laid Some heart once pregnant with, celestial fire ;. ,• - \ . Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. ; ;'•-'• "'.
Page 72 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' • If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of
Page 60 - tide of life, A life well spent, whose early care it was His riper years should not upbraid his green ; By unperceived degrees he wears away; Yet, like the sun, seems larger at his setting. (High in his faith and hope) look how he reaches After the prize in view! and, like a bird That's
Page 89 - long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. . At length 'tis morn, and, at the dawn of day, Along the wide canals the zephyrs play ; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And shake the neighbouring wood to banish sleep.
Page 95 - before. Long arms of oaks an open bridge supplied, " And deep the waves, beneath the bending, glide. The youth, who seemed to watch a time to sin, Approached the careless guide, and thrust him in ; Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Then flashing turns, and sinks among the dead.

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