Gray, Volumen11

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Harper, 1899 - 223 páginas
 

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Página 57 - And in my breast the imperfect Joys expire ; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Página 130 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.
Página 55 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of man : And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Página 119 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
Página 62 - Thy form benign, oh Goddess ! wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound my heart. The gen'rous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a man.
Página 149 - Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune : Could love and could hate, so was thought somewhat odd ; No very great wit ;— he believed in a God. A post or a pension he did not desire, But left Church and State to Charles Townshend and Squire.
Página 174 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee ; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move : And, if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, Tell them, though 'tis an awful thing to die, ('Twas, e'en to thee,) yet, the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high, And bids "the pure in heart behold their God.
Página 78 - And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.

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