The Poetical Works of Thomas GraySever and Francis, 1859 - 124 стор. |
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... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev'rage of the bee : O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder's head to death is giv❜n . Pain can reach the sons of heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips ...
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev'rage of the bee : O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder's head to death is giv❜n . Pain can reach the sons of heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips ...
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... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who th ' avenger of his ...
... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who th ' avenger of his ...
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... PROPHETESS . Ha ! no traveller art thou , King of men , I know thee now ; Mightiest of a mighty line- ODIN . No boding maid of skill divine Art thou , nor prophetess of good ; But mother of the giant brood ! PROPHETESS . Hie thee hence ...
... PROPHETESS . Ha ! no traveller art thou , King of men , I know thee now ; Mightiest of a mighty line- ODIN . No boding maid of skill divine Art thou , nor prophetess of good ; But mother of the giant brood ! PROPHETESS . Hie thee hence ...
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POEMS | 2 |
ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE | 7 |
THE PROGRESS OF POESY | 15 |
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AGRIP Agrippina ancient pile Anicetus Antium ASTOR Baiæ Bards beneath breast breath brood brow Caernarvonshire climes dauntless death distant divine dreadful Earl Edward Eirin Elegy EPITAPH ETON COLLEGE eyes fame fate fears fire flame flood glittering glow golden golden reign grace Gray Gray's hail hand head heart heav'n Henry the Sixth honor Horace Walpole horror hurl'd John Penn Jove king lady lap was Nature's LENOX LONG STORY Lord Lord of War lyre morn mother Muse Nature's Darling laid Nero night o'er ODIN Otho passion pile of building Pindar pleasure poem poet Poppæa pride PROPHETESS race reign repose round shade SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS skies smile soft solemn soul spring steep sweet Taliessin tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou thro thy green lap trembling vale verse voice warblings wave weave weep whence wing YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth