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... living throne , the sapphire blaze ] " For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels . And above the firmament , that was over their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire stone . This was the ...
... living throne , the sapphire blaze ] " For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels . And above the firmament , that was over their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire stone . This was the ...
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... living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
... living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
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... living of Stoke until his death in the year 1794 , remarked that the difficulty experienced by Gray in relinquish- ing the tenure of the premises to which he had succeeded , and from the concern of which he was anxious to relieve ...
... living of Stoke until his death in the year 1794 , remarked that the difficulty experienced by Gray in relinquish- ing the tenure of the premises to which he had succeeded , and from the concern of which he was anxious to relieve ...
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... living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
... living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
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... living cloud of war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings , their gods were roll'd away . As oft have issued , host impelling host , The blue - ey'd myriads from the Baltic coast . The prostrate ...
... living cloud of war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings , their gods were roll'd away . As oft have issued , host impelling host , The blue - ey'd myriads from the Baltic coast . The prostrate ...
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ACERONIA AGRIPPINA ancient Anicetus arva atque auras awake Baiæ Bard beauties beneath breath brow Caernarvonshire Cambridge charm College death divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dread earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton Eton College eyes fame fate fears feel fire genius glitt'ring golden grace Gray's hæc hear heart heav'n Hinc honour ignes John Penn JOHN SHARPE king lady latè Long Story longo Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou MASINISSA Mason mind morn mother Muse Nero o'er oculis oculos ODIN Otho passion PICCADILLY Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry Poppaa PROPHETESS quâ quæ quod racter regna reign repose rerum RICHARD WESTALL round Scilicet shade Sisters smiling soft solemn song soul spirit stanza Stoke style sublime tactus Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou trembling vale verse voice Walpole weep wings written youth
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Сторінка 18 - 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 hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 19 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Сторінка 3 - 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?
Сторінка 51 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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 thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 50 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Сторінка 17 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 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...
Сторінка 49 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Сторінка 52 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Сторінка 50 - 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 resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Сторінка 4 - 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!