E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire... Choice Literature: ... for Grammar Grades - Page 2501898Full view - About this book
| James Fenimore Cooper - 1859 - 486 pages
...ladies — after which he mounted, and followed the troop at the top of his horse's speed. CHAPTER X. On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious...cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. Gray THE possessions of Mr. Wharton extended to some distance on each side of the house in which he... | |
| Advanced reading book - 1860 - 458 pages
...resign' d, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind 1 On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious...their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation... | |
| James Thomson - 1861 - 480 pages
...passion cease; In still small accents whispering from the ground, A grateful earnest of eternal peace. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd Muse,...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,... | |
| Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 pages
...of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept...their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation... | |
| Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 pages
...anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling' ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul...their wonted Fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation... | |
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