The Works of Thomas Gray: Containing His Poems and Correspondence, with Memoirs of His Life and Writings, Svazek 1Harding, Triphook, and Lepard, 1825 - Počet stran: 2 |
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... O'er each low tomb he breathed his pious strain , A lesson to the village swain , And taught the tear of rustic grief to flow ! - But soon with bolder note , and wilder flight , O'er the loud strings his rapid hand would run : Mars hath ...
... O'er each low tomb he breathed his pious strain , A lesson to the village swain , And taught the tear of rustic grief to flow ! - But soon with bolder note , and wilder flight , O'er the loud strings his rapid hand would run : Mars hath ...
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... O'er the white surge he treads with printless feet , To magic shores he flies , and fairy land , Imagination's blest retreat . Here roses paint the crimson way , No setting sun , eternal May , Wild as the Priestess of the Thracian fane ...
... O'er the white surge he treads with printless feet , To magic shores he flies , and fairy land , Imagination's blest retreat . Here roses paint the crimson way , No setting sun , eternal May , Wild as the Priestess of the Thracian fane ...
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... O'er the gay scene th ' enamoured inmates roam ; And gather fresh ideas as they rise From Nature's manifold supplies . Alas ! for whom ? Many a gleam of sprightly thought , Many a sad and sable mood , Whether from dazzling lustre ...
... O'er the gay scene th ' enamoured inmates roam ; And gather fresh ideas as they rise From Nature's manifold supplies . Alas ! for whom ? Many a gleam of sprightly thought , Many a sad and sable mood , Whether from dazzling lustre ...
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... O'er his well - deserving head . Thou nurtur'd'st once a grateful throng , When Milton poured the sweets of song On Lycidas sunk low . a Cambridge University , where Gray died . b In 1638 the University published a volume of poems to ...
... O'er his well - deserving head . Thou nurtur'd'st once a grateful throng , When Milton poured the sweets of song On Lycidas sunk low . a Cambridge University , where Gray died . b In 1638 the University published a volume of poems to ...
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... whence they stole Those balmy spoils . " - Ver . 12 . Par . Lost , iv . 156 . -Browner shade . ] " And breathes a browner horror on the woods . " Pope's Eloisa to Abelard . a . Where'er the rude and moss - grown beech O'er - POEMS . 3.
... whence they stole Those balmy spoils . " - Ver . 12 . Par . Lost , iv . 156 . -Browner shade . ] " And breathes a browner horror on the woods . " Pope's Eloisa to Abelard . a . Where'er the rude and moss - grown beech O'er - POEMS . 3.
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Strana 116 - Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Strana 126 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Strana 124 - 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.
Strana 38 - And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone : and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.
Strana 125 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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.
Strana 115 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, 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.
Strana 47 - 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 Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Strana 43 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Strana 126 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Strana 62 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.