The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: With the Life of the AuthorR. Chapman, 1798 - 83 стор. |
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... grace , " His quick creation , his unerring line ; " The energy of Pope they might efface , " And Dryden's harmony submit to mine . " But not to one in this benighted age " Is that diviner inspiration giv'n , " That burns in ...
... grace , " His quick creation , his unerring line ; " The energy of Pope they might efface , " And Dryden's harmony submit to mine . " But not to one in this benighted age " Is that diviner inspiration giv'n , " That burns in ...
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... grace : " While hope prolongs our happier hour ; " Or deepest shades , that dimly lowr , " And blacken round our weary way , " Gilds with a gleam of diftant day . " Still where rofy pleasure leads , " See a kindred grief purfue ...
... grace : " While hope prolongs our happier hour ; " Or deepest shades , that dimly lowr , " And blacken round our weary way , " Gilds with a gleam of diftant day . " Still where rofy pleasure leads , " See a kindred grief purfue ...
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... grace his obfequies ! the fable warrior * fled ? ny fon , is gone ; he refts among the dead . 65 e fwarm that in thy noontide beam were born , ne to falute the rifing morn : 70 r laughs the morn , † and soft the zephyr blows , hile ...
... grace his obfequies ! the fable warrior * fled ? ny fon , is gone ; he refts among the dead . 65 e fwarm that in thy noontide beam were born , ne to falute the rifing morn : 70 r laughs the morn , † and soft the zephyr blows , hile ...
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... grace . " What strings fymphonious tremble in the air ! ` What ftrains of vocal transport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talieffin ! † hear ! " They breathe a foul to animate thy clay . III 115 121 Bright Rapture calls ...
... grace . " What strings fymphonious tremble in the air ! ` What ftrains of vocal transport round her play ! Hear from the grave , great Talieffin ! † hear ! " They breathe a foul to animate thy clay . III 115 121 Bright Rapture calls ...
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... Grace Aguftus - Henry - Fitzroy Duke of Grafton , Chancellor of the University . 46 I. HENCE , avaunt ! ( ' tis holy ground , ) Comus and his midnight crew , " And Ignorance with looks profound , " And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue ...
... Grace Aguftus - Henry - Fitzroy Duke of Grafton , Chancellor of the University . 46 I. HENCE , avaunt ! ( ' tis holy ground , ) Comus and his midnight crew , " And Ignorance with looks profound , " And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue ...
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Bard beauties beneath bleft blifs bluſhing bofom breaſt breath Caernarvonshire charms death defire Delia deſpair dreft effeminacy ELEGY ETON COLLEGE ev'ry eyes facred fame fays fcorn fecret feems feen fhade fhall fhining figh filent fing firft firſt fkies fleep flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong foon foothe forrow foul fpirit friendſhip ftate ftill ftrain ftream ftudy fublime fuch fweet golden grace Gray guife hand Hauberk heart Heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe inſpire King laſt lefs loft Lord Lord Bute lover lyre Mafon maid Margaret of Anjou mind moſt Mufe numbers o'er ODIN paffion pain Petrarch Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure Poet pow'r pride publiſhed reafon reft reſt rofe ſeem ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould Sifters ſpeak ſpoil ſpread ſtate ſtep ſtrong tear thee theſe THOMAS GRAY thoſe thou thro weakneſs weep Weft whofe wiſh youth
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Сторінка 81 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Сторінка 43 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Сторінка 49 - 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 hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Сторінка 80 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; 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...
Сторінка 78 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Сторінка 53 - Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign: Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Сторінка 36 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Сторінка 6 - 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 cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Сторінка 19 - ... always to mean more than he said. Would you have any more reasons? An interval of above forty years has pretty well destroyed the charm.
Сторінка 45 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.