The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: English and LatinGriffin, Bohn, 1863 - 270 էջ |
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... breathing rose , And quaff the pendent vintage , as it grows . " Firstly , The rose is not the peculiar growth of the southern climate , and consequently its fragrance was not new to the invaders . Secondly , Gray has , in taking his ...
... breathing rose , And quaff the pendent vintage , as it grows . " Firstly , The rose is not the peculiar growth of the southern climate , and consequently its fragrance was not new to the invaders . Secondly , Gray has , in taking his ...
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... breathing morn , " it stood , " For ever sleep : the breezy call of morn . " for , " Or climb his knees , the envied kiss to share , " it stood , " Or climb his knees , the coming kiss to share . " for , " Some mute inglorious Milton ...
... breathing morn , " it stood , " For ever sleep : the breezy call of morn . " for , " Or climb his knees , the envied kiss to share , " it stood , " Or climb his knees , the coming kiss to share . " for , " Some mute inglorious Milton ...
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... breathing airs , Enchanting shell ! the sullen cares , And frantic passions , hear thy soft control . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the ...
... breathing airs , Enchanting shell ! the sullen cares , And frantic passions , hear thy soft control . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And dropp'd his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the ...
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... breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms the nations with redoubled ray . " There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton , as Chancellor of the Uni- 126 Lecture ...
... breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms the nations with redoubled ray . " There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton , as Chancellor of the Uni- 126 Lecture ...
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... breath of vernal shower , The bee's collected treasures sweet , Sweet music's melting fall , but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude . " I do not intend to pause upon the few pieces which profess to be adaptations from the ...
... breath of vernal shower , The bee's collected treasures sweet , Sweet music's melting fall , but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude . " I do not intend to pause upon the few pieces which profess to be adaptations from the ...
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Էջ 139 - 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 162 - 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 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 115 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
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 200 - 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 163 - 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!
Էջ 173 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Էջ 197 - 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 118 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.