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" Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies. "
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes - Page 340
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Thomas Gray and William Collins: Poetical Works

Thomas Gray, William Collins - Poetry - 1977 - 262 pages
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The New Golden Treasury of English Verse

Edward Leeson - English poetry - 1980 - 542 pages
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Selected Poems

Thomas Gray - Poetry - 1981 - 104 pages
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Village London: The Story of Greater London, Volume 2

Edward Walford - History - 1983 - 584 pages
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The New Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century Verse

Roger H. Lonsdale, Roger Lonsdale - Poetry - 1984 - 922 pages
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The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to Keats

John Wain - English poetry - 1986 - 536 pages
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Spencer to Crabbe

Oxford library of English poetry - English poetry - 1990 - 702 pages
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The Romance of the Forest

Ann Ward Radcliffe - Europe - 1999 - 436 pages
...with false hope, now hastened to him with this comfortable news. CHAPTER XXIII 'Low on his fun'ral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.' GRAY* ON learning the purpose of Madame de la M one's letter, Adeline saw the necessity...
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Blake's Water-colours for the Poems of Thomas Gray: With Complete Texts

William Blake - Art - 2000 - 132 pages
...lies! \ J " " No pitying heart, no eye, afford " A tear to grace his obfequics. " Is the fable warrior fled ? " Thy fon is gone. He refts among the dead....beam were born? " Gone to falute the rifing Morn. [blows, " Fair laughs the Morn, and foft the zephyr " While proudly riding o'er the azure realm " In...
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