The poetical works of Thomas Gray (ed. by J. Moultrie). Eton ed1866 |
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... painful to speak : a long and unrestrained in- dulgence in the violent passions of his temper seems at last to have perverted the natural feelings of his heart , and ended in that malignity of dis- position , that made the parent and ...
... painful to speak : a long and unrestrained in- dulgence in the violent passions of his temper seems at last to have perverted the natural feelings of his heart , and ended in that malignity of dis- position , that made the parent and ...
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... painful family of death . The fields therefore , which are the brief abode of youthful sports , are " in vain beloved , " as having promised happiness , which , from the very nature of man , and the tenure by which he holds his being ...
... painful family of death . The fields therefore , which are the brief abode of youthful sports , are " in vain beloved , " as having promised happiness , which , from the very nature of man , and the tenure by which he holds his being ...
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... pains in the head , & c . This letter sent him some criticisms on the first book of " The Minstrel , " which have since been printed . This tour took place in the autumn : his companion was his friend Mr. Nicholls , of Blundeston in ...
... pains in the head , & c . This letter sent him some criticisms on the first book of " The Minstrel , " which have since been printed . This tour took place in the autumn : his companion was his friend Mr. Nicholls , of Blundeston in ...
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... painful and debilitating disorders , as to confine him in a great measure to the solitude of his own apartments , or to the occasional visits of a few intimate friends . He mentions in one of his later letters , which I have had the ...
... painful and debilitating disorders , as to confine him in a great measure to the solitude of his own apartments , or to the occasional visits of a few intimate friends . He mentions in one of his later letters , which I have had the ...
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... painful complaints , destroying his ease , and disordering his frame . He speaks constantly of the sleepless night and feverish morning , and seems seldom to have been free from pain , debility , and disease . Expressions similar to the ...
... painful complaints , destroying his ease , and disordering his frame . He speaks constantly of the sleepless night and feverish morning , and seems seldom to have been free from pain , debility , and disease . Expressions similar to the ...
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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...