The Poems of Thomas GrayWhite, Stokes, and Allen, 1886 - 167 էջ |
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... flame . II . 3 . Woods , that wave o'er Delphi's steep , Isles , that crown th ' Ægean deep , Fields , where cool Ilissus laves , Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep , How do your tuneful echoes languish , Mute ...
... flame . II . 3 . Woods , that wave o'er Delphi's steep , Isles , that crown th ' Ægean deep , Fields , where cool Ilissus laves , Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep , How do your tuneful echoes languish , Mute ...
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... has burst his tenfold chain ; Never , till substantial Night Has reassumed her ancient right ; Till wrapt in flames , in ruin hurl'd , Sinks the fabric of the world . THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN . A Fragment . From the 58 POEMS OF THOMAS GRAY .
... has burst his tenfold chain ; Never , till substantial Night Has reassumed her ancient right ; Till wrapt in flames , in ruin hurl'd , Sinks the fabric of the world . THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN . A Fragment . From the 58 POEMS OF THOMAS GRAY .
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... , his voluntary sword he drew , There first in blood his infant honor seal'd ; From fortune , pleasure , science , love , he flew , And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field . With eyes of flame , and cool undaunted breast ,
... , his voluntary sword he drew , There first in blood his infant honor seal'd ; From fortune , pleasure , science , love , he flew , And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field . With eyes of flame , and cool undaunted breast ,
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Thomas Gray. With eyes of flame , and cool undaunted breast , Victor he stood on Belleisle's rocky steeps- Ah , gallant youth ! this marble tells the rest , Where melancholy friendship bends , and weeps . THE DEATH OF HOEL . An Ode . HAD I ...
Thomas Gray. With eyes of flame , and cool undaunted breast , Victor he stood on Belleisle's rocky steeps- Ah , gallant youth ! this marble tells the rest , Where melancholy friendship bends , and weeps . THE DEATH OF HOEL . An Ode . HAD I ...
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... flame's devouring force , As the whirlwind in its course , As the thunder's fiery stroke , Glancing on the shiver'd oak , Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe . 1 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . THE Curfew ...
... flame's devouring force , As the whirlwind in its course , As the thunder's fiery stroke , Glancing on the shiver'd oak , Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe . 1 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . THE Curfew ...
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Էջ 18 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Էջ 76 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say : " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Էջ 73 - 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 ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Էջ 62 - The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; 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...
Էջ 38 - Fill high the sparkling bowl. The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.
Էջ 20 - Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy, with rankling tooth, That inly gnaws the secret heart ; And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy, The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Էջ 71 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 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 praise.
Էջ 78 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Էջ 35 - That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens 'sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
Էջ 77 - custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him born. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.