The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayFrederick Warne, 1859 - 124 стор. |
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... PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring bones have beat The winter's snow , the ...
... PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring bones have beat The winter's snow , the ...
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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 unclose ...
... 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 unclose ...
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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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Thomas Gray. PROPHETESS . Hie thee hence , and boast at home , That never shall inquirer come To break my iron - sleep again ; Till Lok has burst his tenfold chain ; Never , till substantial Night Has reassumed her ancient right ; Till ...
Thomas Gray. PROPHETESS . Hie thee hence , and boast at home , That never shall inquirer come To break my iron - sleep again ; Till Lok has burst his tenfold chain ; Never , till substantial Night Has reassumed her ancient right ; Till ...
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Agrippina appear arms Bards battle beneath bounds breath close College course danger death deep died distant divine dread Earl earth Edward eyes face fame fate fears fields fire flame flood flows force France gave gives golden grace Gray half hand head hear heart heav'n Henry honour hour Italy kind King land leave light living Lord means morn mother move Muse night o'er Odin pleasure poem poet pride PROPHETESS race raise reign repose rise rose round seen shade shore sight skies smile soft soon soul speed spirit spring stand steps stream sweet tear tell thee thou thought trembling vale verse voice warm waves weep whence winds wings written youth