The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayE. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 112 sider |
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Side 20
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Side 22
... spectres wan , and birds of boding cry , He gives to range the dreary sky : Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy , and glittering shafts of war . II . 2 . In climes beyond the solar road 22 GRAY'S POETICAL WORKS . 22.
... spectres wan , and birds of boding cry , He gives to range the dreary sky : Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy , and glittering shafts of war . II . 2 . In climes beyond the solar road 22 GRAY'S POETICAL WORKS . 22.
Side 28
... 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 , through Berkley's roof that ring , Shrieks of an agonizing king ...
... 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 , through Berkley's roof that ring , Shrieks of an agonizing king ...
Side 38
... give , Ours to kill , and ours to spare : . Spite of danger he shall live . ( Weave the crimson web of war . ) They , whom once the desert - beach Pent within its bleak domain , Soon their ample sway shall stretch O'er the plenty of the ...
... give , Ours to kill , and ours to spare : . Spite of danger he shall live . ( Weave the crimson web of war . ) They , whom once the desert - beach Pent within its bleak domain , Soon their ample sway shall stretch O'er the plenty of the ...
Side 58
... Give anxious cares and endless wishes room ; But through the cool sequester'd vale of life Pursue the silent tenor of thy doom . Here the poem was originally intended to conclude . After the twenty - fifth stanza , ending with the 58 ...
... Give anxious cares and endless wishes room ; But through the cool sequester'd vale of life Pursue the silent tenor of thy doom . Here the poem was originally intended to conclude . After the twenty - fifth stanza , ending with the 58 ...
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ACER adeo AGRIP AGRIPPINA altæ ANICETUS atque bade bard beneath blood blush breast breath brood brow COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dauntless death decus deep divine dread drest Eirin ELEGY 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 lyre Mentis Metus Mnemosyne morn Muse Naturæ night nodding o'er ODIN pain pectore penetralia Pindaric pleasure pride PRIMUS PROPERTIUS PROPHETESS quà quæ Quod race reign repose rerum rise roar round SCHMOLZE shade sigh sight skies slumbers smile soft solemn soul stanza sweet tactus tardy tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou tibi toil TOPHET train trembling triumph Tuque Twas Twitcher vale voice warbles warm waves Weave weep whence wings woodlark youth
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Side 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...
Side 12 - Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared : The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes — She saw ; and purr'd applause.
Side 52 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 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 Awaits alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 29 - Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies! Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn.
Side 27 - 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...
Side 28 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : 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 dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Side 16 - Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play ; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day : Yet see how all around...
Side 24 - 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 sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Side 26 - Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array: Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance; 'To arms!
Side 52 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.