The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayE. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 112 стор. |
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... arm , thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthral ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While some on earnest business bent Their murmuring labours ply 14 GRAY'S POETICAL WORKS .
... arm , thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthral ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While some on earnest business bent Their murmuring labours ply 14 GRAY'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek , and rising bosom , move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love . II . 1 . Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour ...
... arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek , and rising bosom , move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love . II . 1 . Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour ...
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... arms and smiled . “ 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 ...
... arms and smiled . “ 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 ...
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... arms ! " cried Mortimer , and couch'd his quiver . ing lance . I. 2 . On a rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe , With haggard eyes the poet stood ; I SCHMOLZE The Bard Be ...
... arms ! " cried Mortimer , and couch'd his quiver . ing lance . I. 2 . On a rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe , With haggard eyes the poet stood ; I SCHMOLZE The Bard Be ...
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... 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 , That hush'd the stormy main : Brave ...
... 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 , That hush'd the stormy main : Brave ...
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ACER AGRIP AGRIPPINA ANICETUS art thou atque bade bard beneath blood blush breast breath brood brow dauntless death deck'd decus deep divine dread drest Eirin envied eyes fame fate fears fierce fire flame flood flowers gale glittering glow golden grace hæc hand Hark Haud head heart heaven heraldry Hinc honour horrors hurl'd Jove king lance light lyre morn Muse Muse's Naturæ ne'er night nodding o'er ODIN ostia pain Pindaric pleasure pride PROPERTIUS PROPHETESS quæ quod race reign repose rerum rills rise roar round SCHMOLZE shade shame sigh sight skies slumbers smile soft solemn soul spring stanza stream stretch'd sweet tactus tardy tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou toil TOPHET train trembling Twas Twitcher tyrant vale voice warbles warm waves Weave weep whence wings woodlark youth
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Сторінка 57 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Сторінка 55 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 59 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 55 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in...
Сторінка 11 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Сторінка 13 - Windsor's heights the expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Сторінка 29 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Сторінка 23 - Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
Сторінка 21 - 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 55 - Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...