The Poetical Works: Of Thomas Gray, ... with Some Account of His Life and Writings. The Whole Carefully Revised; and Illustrated by Notes. To which are Annexed, Poems Addressed To, and in Memory Of, Mr. Gray; ...C. Whittingham, 1800 - 223 էջ |
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... thou- sand pounds less than its original cost * . Mr. Gray , therefore , at this time found his patrimony so small , that it would by no means enable him to prosecute the study of the law , without be- coming burdensome to his Mother ...
... thou- sand pounds less than its original cost * . Mr. Gray , therefore , at this time found his patrimony so small , that it would by no means enable him to prosecute the study of the law , without be- coming burdensome to his Mother ...
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... thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glitt'ring 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 ...
... thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glitt'ring 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 ...
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... thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm , thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthral ? What idle progeny ...
... thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm , thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthral ? What idle progeny ...
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... Thou tamer of the human breast , Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain , The proud are taught to taste of pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt ...
... Thou tamer of the human breast , Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain , The proud are taught to taste of pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt ...
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... thou bad'st her know , And from her own she learn'd to melt at others ' woe . Scar'd at thy frown terrific , fly Self - pleasing Folly's idle brood , Wild Laughter , Noise , and thoughtless Joy , And leave us leisure to be good . Light ...
... thou bad'st her know , And from her own she learn'd to melt at others ' woe . Scar'd at thy frown terrific , fly Self - pleasing Folly's idle brood , Wild Laughter , Noise , and thoughtless Joy , And leave us leisure to be good . Light ...
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Էջ 88 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care, No children run to lisp their sire's return Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure.
Էջ 92 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Էջ 93 - 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 11 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall?
Էջ 95 - 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 28 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint 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.
Էջ 89 - 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 th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Էջ 89 - Await alike the 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 21 - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres...
Էջ 13 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!