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His time passed agreeably ; he was every day making some new acquisition in
science ; his mind was enlarged , his heart softened , his virtue a more retired
and philosophic life , certainly felt much earlier . Both of them therefore might ...
His time passed agreeably ; he was every day making some new acquisition in
science ; his mind was enlarged , his heart softened , his virtue a more retired
and philosophic life , certainly felt much earlier . Both of them therefore might ...
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Lo , Granta waits to lead her blooming band , 6 Not obvious , not obtrusive , She “
No vulgar praise , no venal incense Alings ; 66 Nor dares with courtly tongue
refin ' d “ Profane thy inborn royalty of mind : “ She reveres herself and thee .
Lo , Granta waits to lead her blooming band , 6 Not obvious , not obtrusive , She “
No vulgar praise , no venal incense Alings ; 66 Nor dares with courtly tongue
refin ' d “ Profane thy inborn royalty of mind : “ She reveres herself and thee .
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[ 46 ] Of this Elegy Dr . Johnson ( who has depriciated Mr . Gray as much as
possible for his poetry in ge . neral ) says , ' it “ abounds with images which find a
“ mirror in every mind , and with sentiments to which “ every bosom returns an
echo .
[ 46 ] Of this Elegy Dr . Johnson ( who has depriciated Mr . Gray as much as
possible for his poetry in ge . neral ) says , ' it “ abounds with images which find a
“ mirror in every mind , and with sentiments to which “ every bosom returns an
echo .
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HERE , foremost in the dangerous paths of fame , Young Williams fought for
England ' s fair renown ; His mind each Muse , each Grace adorn ' d his frame ,
Nor Envy dar ' d to view him with a frown . At Aix , his voluntary sword he drew [
51 ] ...
HERE , foremost in the dangerous paths of fame , Young Williams fought for
England ' s fair renown ; His mind each Muse , each Grace adorn ' d his frame ,
Nor Envy dar ' d to view him with a frown . At Aix , his voluntary sword he drew [
51 ] ...
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... Spring [ 69 ] , Ting ' d with the pomp of vernal pride , · The youths who mount on
Pleasure ' s wing , [ 70 ] , And idly sport on Thames ' s side , With cool regard their
various arts employ , Nor rouse the drooping mind , nor give the pause of joy .
... Spring [ 69 ] , Ting ' d with the pomp of vernal pride , · The youths who mount on
Pleasure ' s wing , [ 70 ] , And idly sport on Thames ' s side , With cool regard their
various arts employ , Nor rouse the drooping mind , nor give the pause of joy .
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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.