The poetical works of Thomas Gray (ed. by J. Moultrie). Eton ed1866 |
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... Fate , which dooms man to misery , soon over - clouded these opening prospects of delight . That is " in vain beloved , " which does not realize the expectations it held out . No fruit , but that of disappointment , has followed the ...
... Fate , which dooms man to misery , soon over - clouded these opening prospects of delight . That is " in vain beloved , " which does not realize the expectations it held out . No fruit , but that of disappointment , has followed the ...
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... Fate has decreed to man : for this " youthful progeny " is described as sporting on the brink of misery . The " murderous band , ” the ministers of misfortune , are already in ambush to seize their little victims ; but a little period ...
... Fate has decreed to man : for this " youthful progeny " is described as sporting on the brink of misery . The " murderous band , ” the ministers of misfortune , are already in ambush to seize their little victims ; but a little period ...
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... fate , " it stood , " If chance that e'er some pensive spirit more , By sympathizing musings here delay'd , With vain though kind enquiries still explore Thy ever loved haunt - this long deserted shade . " And many others . Most of them ...
... fate , " it stood , " If chance that e'er some pensive spirit more , By sympathizing musings here delay'd , With vain though kind enquiries still explore Thy ever loved haunt - this long deserted shade . " And many others . Most of them ...
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... Fate sat by and smiled , ) The slipp'ry verge her feet beguiled , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to every wat❜ry god , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid stirr'd , Nor cruel ...
... Fate sat by and smiled , ) The slipp'ry verge her feet beguiled , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to every wat❜ry god , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid stirr'd , Nor cruel ...
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... fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies . Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ! where ignorance is bliss , ' Tis folly to be wise ! ODE IV . TO ADVERSITY . Znva- τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς 164 ...
... fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies . Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ! where ignorance is bliss , ' Tis folly to be wise ! ODE IV . TO ADVERSITY . Znva- τὸν φρονεῖν βροτοὺς 164 ...
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Էջ 201 - ... unlettered 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 resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Էջ 35 - 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 126 - 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 glittering skirts unroll? Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Էջ 199 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their 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 heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Էջ 126 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Էջ 202 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Էջ 120 - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell ! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.
Էջ 125 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford . A tear to grace his obsequies.
Էջ 139 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found ; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Էջ 200 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...