The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayAnson D. F. Randolph & Company, 1884 - 124 sider |
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... 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 plain . Low the dauntless earl is laid , Gored with ...
... 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 plain . Low the dauntless earl is laid , Gored with ...
Side 41
... reach the sons of heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips unclose : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Once again my call obey , Prophetess , arise , and say , G What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of The Descent of Odin . 4I.
... reach the sons of heav'n ! Unwilling I my lips unclose : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Once again my call obey , Prophetess , arise , and say , G What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of The Descent of Odin . 4I.
Side 42
Thomas Gray. What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of his fate ? PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetess ...
Thomas Gray. What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of his fate ? PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose . ODIN . Prophetess ...
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Thomas Gray. EPITAPH ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS . HERE , foremost in the dangerous paths of fame , Young Williams fought for England's fair renown ; His mind each Muse , each Grace adorn'd his frame , Nor Envy dared to view him with a frown ...
Thomas Gray. EPITAPH ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS . HERE , foremost in the dangerous paths of fame , Young Williams fought for England's fair renown ; His mind each Muse , each Grace adorn'd his frame , Nor Envy dared to view him with a frown ...
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... dangerous flood , ' Where broad and turbulent it sweeps , ' And ' perish in the boundless deeps . Mark where Indolence ... danger , death , and dread , Float hourly round Ambition's head ; While Spleen , within his rival's breast , Sits ...
... dangerous flood , ' Where broad and turbulent it sweeps , ' And ' perish in the boundless deeps . Mark where Indolence ... danger , death , and dread , Float hourly round Ambition's head ; While Spleen , within his rival's breast , Sits ...
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AGRIP Agrippina Anicetus BARD beneath breast breath brood brow Cambria's climes College dauntless death distant divine dread Duke of Grafton Earl Edda Edward Eirin Elegy Eolian EPITAPH ETON COLLEGE eyes fame fate fears fire flame flood FRAGMENT giv'n glittering glow golden golden reign grace Gray hail hand head hear heart heav'n Henry the Sixth honour Horace Walpole hurl'd John Penn Jove King lady lap was Nature's Lord Lord of War lyre Margaret of Anjou morn mother Muse Nature's Darling laid ne'er Nero night o'er ODIN Otho passion Pindar pleasure poem poet Poppaa pride PROPHETESS race reign repose round ruin shade SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS skies smile soft solemn soul spring steep sweet Taliessin tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou thro thy green lap trembling vale verse voice warblings wat'ry wave weave weep whence wing youth
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Side 26 - Fill high the sparkling bowl. The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.
Side 11 - Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Side 54 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; y> Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
Side 57 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 2 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch a broader, browner shade, where'er the rude and moss-grown beech o'er-canopies the glade, beside some water's rushy brink with me the Muse shall sit, and think (at ease reclined in rustic state) how vain the ardour of the Crowd, how low, how little are the Proud, how indigent the Great! 298 Still is the toiling hand of Care; the panting herds repose: yet hark, how thro' the peopled air the busy murmur glows!
Side 5 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Side 5 - A fav'rite has no friend ! From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes, And heedless hearts, is lawful prize ; Nor all that glisters gold.
Side 23 - 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...
Side 59 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Side 55 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...