Gray's Poetical Works: English and Latin : IllustratedE.P. Williams, 1847 - 142 стор. |
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... beneath its turf sepulchral laid , Of human tears that flow , of earthly hopes that fade . XVI . Such were the daily scenes with which he fed The pensive spirit first awoke by Thee ; And blest and blameless was the life he led , Sooth'd ...
... beneath its turf sepulchral laid , Of human tears that flow , of earthly hopes that fade . XVI . Such were the daily scenes with which he fed The pensive spirit first awoke by Thee ; And blest and blameless was the life he led , Sooth'd ...
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... beneath the load Of gorgeous words and decorative lore , In rich profusion on each verse bestow'd , To grace the shrine wherein the poet's soul abode . XIX . And was his mission thus fulfill'd on earth ? For no sublimer use the powers ...
... beneath the load Of gorgeous words and decorative lore , In rich profusion on each verse bestow'd , To grace the shrine wherein the poet's soul abode . XIX . And was his mission thus fulfill'd on earth ? For no sublimer use the powers ...
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... beneath the blazing summer noon , The sun's convergent rays , with dire address , He turned on some old tree , and burnt it soon To ashes ; oft at eve the fire - balloon , Inflated by his skill , would mount on high ; And when ...
... beneath the blazing summer noon , The sun's convergent rays , with dire address , He turned on some old tree , and burnt it soon To ashes ; oft at eve the fire - balloon , Inflated by his skill , would mount on high ; And when ...
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... beneath his touch from mystic chords , Whose harmony none wake but song's most gifted lords . XXIX . Thus with a prophet's heart , a prophet's tone , Uttering his fitful oracles he stood Midst scorn and hatred , dauntless , though alone ...
... beneath his touch from mystic chords , Whose harmony none wake but song's most gifted lords . XXIX . Thus with a prophet's heart , a prophet's tone , Uttering his fitful oracles he stood Midst scorn and hatred , dauntless , though alone ...
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... beneath thy nurture die , So rudely oft it crush'd the expanding seed , And quench'd the smoking flax , and broke the bruised [ reed . XXXII . Those days we trust are ended ; and do Thou Take heed lest they return , and thy last state ...
... beneath thy nurture die , So rudely oft it crush'd the expanding seed , And quench'd the smoking flax , and broke the bruised [ reed . XXXII . Those days we trust are ended ; and do Thou Take heed lest they return , and thy last state ...
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Сторінка xiv - 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...
Сторінка 42 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Сторінка 9 - 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 sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Сторінка 50 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd 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...
Сторінка 24 - And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head.
Сторінка 8 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering 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.
Сторінка 25 - Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty, appear.
Сторінка 10 - Gay hope is theirs by Fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new, And lively Cheer, of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
Сторінка 22 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Сторінка 24 - Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn: 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 glitt'ring skirts unroll?