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beauty beneath Blair blood born breast calm close clouds dark daughter dead death deep died door dread drops duties earth East Lothian eyes fair fall fame father fire force friends give grave Gray half hand happy hast head hear heart Heaven hermit hour kind laid learned leaves length lived longer look lord loud master means meet memory mighty mind morn nature ne'er never night o'er oer once pain Parnell pass poet poor Proud rank rest Rich rise round scarce seemed short sight silence Smiled soon soul sound spent spoils stand strange sweet tell thee thick thing thou thought till tomb trees turns Twas vain virtue wandering warm weary Whilst whole winds wish wretch youth
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.