Gray's Poetical Works: English and Latin : IllustratedE.P. Williams, 1847 - 142 էջ |
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... fear could daunt , no force could quell : What marvel then , if softer spirits dwell With fondest love on thy remember'd sway ? What marvel , if the hearts of poets swell , Recording at life's noon , with grateful lay , How sweetly in ...
... fear could daunt , no force could quell : What marvel then , if softer spirits dwell With fondest love on thy remember'd sway ? What marvel , if the hearts of poets swell , Recording at life's noon , with grateful lay , How sweetly in ...
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... fears : Pensive he was , and grave beyond his years , And happiest seem'd when in some shady nook ( His wild sad eyes suffused with silent tears ) O'er some mysterious and forbidden book He pored , until his frame with strong emotion ...
... fears : Pensive he was , and grave beyond his years , And happiest seem'd when in some shady nook ( His wild sad eyes suffused with silent tears ) O'er some mysterious and forbidden book He pored , until his frame with strong emotion ...
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... Fear , And 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 - visaged comfortless Despair , And Sorrow's ...
... Fear , And 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 - visaged comfortless Despair , And Sorrow's ...
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... the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys , immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that , and thrilling Fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears . " III . 2 . Nor second He , that rode 31.
... the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys , immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that , and thrilling Fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears . " III . 2 . Nor second He , that rode 31.
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... fears , From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " Such were the sounds , that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long ...
... fears , From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " Such were the sounds , that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long ...
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Էջ xiv - 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 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 42 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: 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...
Էջ 9 - 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 sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Էջ 50 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Էջ 24 - And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head.
Էջ 8 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Էջ 25 - Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty, appear.
Էջ 10 - Gay hope is theirs by Fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new, And lively Cheer, of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
Էջ 22 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Էջ 24 - Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn: In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish from my eyes. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glitt'ring skirts unroll?