The Poetical Works of Thomas GraySever and Francis, 1859 - 124 стор. |
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... thee , O King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That ...
... thee , O King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That ...
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... thee to repose . 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 ...
... thee to repose . 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 ...
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Thomas Gray. Against thee , liberty and Agrippina : The world , the prize ; and fair befall the victors . But soft ! why do I waste the fruitless hours In threats unexecuted ? Haste thee , fly These hated walls that seem to mock my shame ...
Thomas Gray. Against thee , liberty and Agrippina : The world , the prize ; and fair befall the victors . But soft ! why do I waste the fruitless hours In threats unexecuted ? Haste thee , fly These hated walls that seem to mock my shame ...
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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