The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayBenjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, & Robert Johnson, 1804 - 207 стор. |
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... that weep , and tears that speak . Cowley . Mr. Gray , perhaps , had also an eye to the following line : In strains that sigh , and words that weep . Mallet's Funeral Hymn . But ah ! ' tis heard no more b- Oh 56 ODES .
... that weep , and tears that speak . Cowley . Mr. Gray , perhaps , had also an eye to the following line : In strains that sigh , and words that weep . Mallet's Funeral Hymn . But ah ! ' tis heard no more b- Oh 56 ODES .
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... heard no more- We have had in our language no other odes of the sublime kind , than that of Dryden on St. Cecilia's day : for Cowley , who had his merit , yet wanted judgment , style , and harmony , for such a task . That of Pope is not ...
... heard no more- We have had in our language no other odes of the sublime kind , than that of Dryden on St. Cecilia's day : for Cowley , who had his merit , yet wanted judgment , style , and harmony , for such a task . That of Pope is not ...
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... Heard ye the din of battle bray a , " Lance to lance , and horse to horse ? " Long years of havock urge their destin'd course , " And thro'the kindred squadrons mow their way . [ 18 ] z Fill high the sparkling bowl . Richard the Second ...
... Heard ye the din of battle bray a , " Lance to lance , and horse to horse ? " Long years of havock urge their destin'd course , " And thro'the kindred squadrons mow their way . [ 18 ] z Fill high the sparkling bowl . Richard the Second ...
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... heard their joint petition , Swore by her coronet and ermine , She'd issue out her high commission To rid the manor of such vermin . The Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er stiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at the door ...
... heard their joint petition , Swore by her coronet and ermine , She'd issue out her high commission To rid the manor of such vermin . The Heroines undertook the task , Thro ' lanes unknown , o'er stiles they ventur'd , Rapp'd at the door ...
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... heard the distant din of war . Short was his joy . He little knew The power of Magic was no fable ; Out of the window , whisk , they flew , But left a spell upon the table . The words too eager to unriddle , The Poet felt MISCELLANIES .
... heard the distant din of war . Short was his joy . He little knew The power of Magic was no fable ; Out of the window , whisk , they flew , But left a spell upon the table . The words too eager to unriddle , The Poet felt MISCELLANIES .
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ACERONIA Æolian Agrippina Anicetus Bard beautiful beneath breast breathe brow Cambria's Cambridge charms climes College Country Church-Yard death dread Duke of Grafton Earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton College fame Fancy fate fear fire flowers gale genius glow golden grace Gray Gray's hand harmony hear heart Heav'n honour Johnson King Lord Lord Bute lyre Margaret of Anjou Mason Milton's mother Muse ne'er Nero numbers o'er ODIN Otho pain passion Pembroke Hall Peterhouse Petrarch Pindar PINDARIC ODE pleasure Poem Poet Poet's poetry Poppaa pride PROPHETESS Queen race reign round sable says scene Scythia shade sigh sing sister smile soft soft returns solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza strains sublime sweet taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou thought thro trembling Twas University of Cambridge vale verse voice Walpole warblings weave weep wild wing youth
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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.