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I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh
their gladsome wing , My weary soul they seem to sooth , And , redolent of joy
and youth f , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father THAMES , for thou hast
seen ...
I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , As waving fresh
their gladsome wing , My weary soul they seem to sooth , And , redolent of joy
and youth f , To breathe a second spring . Say , Father THAMES , for thou hast
seen ...
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Bright - ey ' d Fancy , hovering o ' er , Scatters from her pictur ' d urn Thoughts that
breathe , and words that burn a . [ 8 ] Johnson allows this account of Milton ' s
blindness to be “ happily imagined . ” y Two coursers of ethereal race . Meant to ...
Bright - ey ' d Fancy , hovering o ' er , Scatters from her pictur ' d urn Thoughts that
breathe , and words that burn a . [ 8 ] Johnson allows this account of Milton ' s
blindness to be “ happily imagined . ” y Two coursers of ethereal race . Meant to ...
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O ' er thee , oh 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 ...
O ' er thee , oh 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 ...
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Hear from the grave , great Talliessin m , hear ; “ They breathe a soul to animate
thy clay . “ Bright Rapture calls , and , soaring as she sings , “ Waves in the eye of
Heav ' n her many - colourd of wings . III , 3 . « The verse adorn again 6 Fierce ...
Hear from the grave , great Talliessin m , hear ; “ They breathe a soul to animate
thy clay . “ Bright Rapture calls , and , soaring as she sings , “ Waves in the eye of
Heav ' n her many - colourd of wings . III , 3 . « The verse adorn again 6 Fierce ...
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Tho ' nurst by these , in vain thy Muse appears To breathe her ardours in our
souls ; In vain to sightless eyes and deaden ' d ears , The lightning gleams , the
thunder rolls : [ 55 ] From the original MS , in the possession of ISAAC REED ,
Esq ...
Tho ' nurst by these , in vain thy Muse appears To breathe her ardours in our
souls ; In vain to sightless eyes and deaden ' d ears , The lightning gleams , the
thunder rolls : [ 55 ] From the original MS , in the possession of ISAAC REED ,
Esq ...
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Сторінка 120 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Сторінка 117 - 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 34 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter thro...
Сторінка 119 - 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' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Сторінка 113 - 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 39 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Сторінка 44 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heavenly birth And bade to form her infant mind.
Сторінка 48 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Сторінка 66 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year and mark the night When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death thro...
Сторінка 67 - 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.
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| Назва | The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray Том 15 з серії British poets Випуск 6410 з серії Early American imprints |
| Автор | Thomas Gray |
| Видавець | Benjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, & Robert Johnson, 1804 |
| Оригінал із | Нью-Йоркська публічна бібліотека |
| Оцифровано | 2 груд. 2006 |
| Обсяг | 207 стор. |
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