The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayE. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 112 sider |
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Side 11
... 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 . ODE II . ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE ...
... 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 . ODE II . ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE ...
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... 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.
... 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 30
... glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight ! Ye unborn ages , crowd not on my soul ! " No more our long - lost Arthur we bewail . All hail , ye genuine kings ! Britannia's issue , hail ! III . 2 . " Girt with ...
... glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory , spare my aching sight ! Ye unborn ages , crowd not on my soul ! " No more our long - lost Arthur we bewail . All hail , ye genuine kings ! Britannia's issue , hail ! III . 2 . " Girt with ...
Side 37
... Glittering lances are the loom , Where the dusky warp we strain , Weaving many a soldier's doom , Orkney's woe , and Randver's bane . See the grisly texture grow ! ( ' Tis of human entrails made , ) And the weights , that play below ...
... Glittering lances are the loom , Where the dusky warp we strain , Weaving many a soldier's doom , Orkney's woe , and Randver's bane . See the grisly texture grow ! ( ' Tis of human entrails made , ) And the weights , that play below ...
Side 41
... of rest ? ODIN . A traveller , to thee unknown , Is he that calls , a warrior's son . Thou the deeds of light shalt know ; Tell me what is done below , For whom yon glittering board is spread , Dress'd for 6 THE VEGTAM'S KIVITHA . 41.
... of rest ? ODIN . A traveller , to thee unknown , Is he that calls , a warrior's son . Thou the deeds of light shalt know ; Tell me what is done below , For whom yon glittering board is spread , Dress'd for 6 THE VEGTAM'S KIVITHA . 41.
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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.