 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - Страниц: 270
...Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bovv'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition...grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The... | |
 | 1800 - Страниц: 322
...their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her ev'ning care; No children run to lisp their sire's return,...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, : : And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gaves Await alike th' inevitable hour, The paths... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - Страниц: 302
...useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of...grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault . The... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - Страниц: 224
...flitts by on leathern wing, " Or where the beetle winds " His small but sullen horn." No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied...grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - Страниц: 418
...evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return , Jj DESCRIPTIVE PIECES. Book vij. Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest...grave. Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault , If Mem'ry o'er their tombs no trophies raise , Where thro' the long-drawn isle, and fretted vault,... | |
 | 1806 - Страниц: 408
...their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, €)r busy housewife ply her ev'ning care, No children run to lisp their sire's return,...grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to These the fault, If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn isle and fretted vault The... | |
 | Albin-Joseph-Ulpien Hennet - 1806 - Страниц: 456
...them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening-care; No children run to lisp their sire's return , Or climb his knees the...wealth e'er gave. Await alike th' inevitable hour : ' .M The paths of glory lead but to the grava. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If meoi'ry... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - Страниц: 728
...Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion,...grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to These the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - Страниц: 526
...ply her ev'ning care ; i No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envy'd kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle...hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor yon, ye Prond ! impute to these the fault, If Mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where, thro'... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - Страниц: 308
...Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb hi* knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest...annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await ajrle th' inevitable hour, The paths of... | |
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For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn... 
