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Job . a Thoughts that breathe , and words that burn , Words 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 !
Job . a Thoughts that breathe , and words that burn , Words 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 !
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Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart , “ Ye died amidst your dying country
' s cries“ No more I weep ( 14 ] . They do not sleep . “ On yonder cliffs , a grisly
band , “ I see them sit , they linger yet , “ Avengers of their native land : “ With me
in ...
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart , “ Ye died amidst your dying country
' s cries“ No more I weep ( 14 ] . They do not sleep . “ On yonder cliffs , a grisly
band , “ I see them sit , they linger yet , “ Avengers of their native land : “ With me
in ...
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Long his loss shall Eirin weep , d Ne ' er again his likeness see ; Long her strains
in sorrow steep : Strains of Immortality ! d Long his loss shall Eirin ween . Ireland .
Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot ODES . 85.
Long his loss shall Eirin weep , d Ne ' er again his likeness see ; Long her strains
in sorrow steep : Strains of Immortality ! d Long his loss shall Eirin ween . Ireland .
Horror covers all the heath , Clouds of carnage blot ODES . 85.
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Flush ' d with mirth and hope they burn : But none from Cattraeth ' s vale return ,
Save Aëron brave , and Conan strong , ( Bursting thro ' the bloody throng ) And I ,
the meanest of them all , That live to weep and sing their fall . MISCELLANIES .
Flush ' d with mirth and hope they burn : But none from Cattraeth ' s vale return ,
Save Aëron brave , and Conan strong , ( Bursting thro ' the bloody throng ) And I ,
the meanest of them all , That live to weep and sing their fall . MISCELLANIES .
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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
...
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
...
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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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