Select Poems of Thomas GrayHarper & Bros., 1895 - 143 էջ |
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... , 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 , 95 66 ' Oft have we seen him at the peep 38 THOMAS GRAY .
... , 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 , 95 66 ' Oft have we seen him at the peep 38 THOMAS GRAY .
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... Fate sat by , and smil'd . ) The slippery verge her feet beguil'd , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to every watery God , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid stirr❜d : Nor ...
... Fate sat by , and smil'd . ) The slippery verge her feet beguil'd , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to every watery God , Some speedy aid to send . No Dolphin came , no Nereid stirr❜d : Nor ...
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... fate , 355 40 45 50 50 55 And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah , show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey the murtherous band ! Ah , tell them , they are men ! These shall the fury Passions tear , The vultures of the ...
... fate , 355 40 45 50 50 55 And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah , show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey the murtherous band ! Ah , tell them , they are men ! These shall the fury Passions tear , The vultures of the ...
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... each his sufferings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain , Th ' unfeeling for his own . 65 7C 20 75 80 85 90 Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE . 53.
... each his sufferings : all are men , Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain , Th ' unfeeling for his own . 65 7C 20 75 80 85 90 Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE . 53.
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Thomas Gray William James Rolfe. Yet , ah ! why should they know their 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 ...
Thomas Gray William James Rolfe. Yet , ah ! why should they know their 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 ...
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Էջ 20 - 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 54 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Էջ 22 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Էջ 12 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Էջ 2 - Death? perhaps in this neglected spot is laid some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Էջ 29 - 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 12 - 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 3 - 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...
Էջ 109 - It may be safely affirmed, that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.