Poems. By Mr. GrayJ. Murray, 1790 - 178 sider |
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Side xxxvii
... breath , ; And fnatch him from the arms of dark , oblivious death . Hark the FATAL SISTERS + join , And with horror's mutt'ring founds , Weave the tiffue of his line , While the dreadful fpell refounds . The PROGRESS OF POES Y. The ...
... breath , ; And fnatch him from the arms of dark , oblivious death . Hark the FATAL SISTERS + join , And with horror's mutt'ring founds , Weave the tiffue of his line , While the dreadful fpell refounds . The PROGRESS OF POES Y. The ...
Side 56
... breathe a second spring . Say , Father THAMES , for thou haft feen Full many a sprightly race Difporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arms , thy glaffy wave ? The OF ...
... breathe a second spring . Say , Father THAMES , for thou haft feen Full many a sprightly race Difporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arms , thy glaffy wave ? The OF ...
Side 84
... breathing airs , Enchanting fhell ! the fullen Cares , And frantic Paffions , hear thy foft controul , On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the ...
... breathing airs , Enchanting fhell ! the fullen Cares , And frantic Paffions , hear thy foft controul , On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And drop'd his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the ...
Side 88
... breath'd around ; Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : Till the fad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice ...
... breath'd around ; Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : Till the fad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice ...
Side 90
... 'd urn Thoughts that breathe , and words that burn . But ah ! ' tis heard no more →→→→ Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring fpirit Wakes thee row ? tho ' he inherit Nor A PINDARIC ODE . Nor the pride , nor ample go THE PROGRESS OF POESY .
... 'd urn Thoughts that breathe , and words that burn . But ah ! ' tis heard no more →→→→ Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring fpirit Wakes thee row ? tho ' he inherit Nor A PINDARIC ODE . Nor the pride , nor ample go THE PROGRESS OF POESY .
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Æolian againſt Bank Annuities Bard beneath bluſh breaſt breath Caernarvonshire Cambridge compenfation coufin COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD death defign defire Deſpair diftant dreft Duke of Grafton Edward Eirin ETON COLLEGE faid fame FATAL SISTERS fhade fhall fide firſt five hundred pounds fleep foft folar folemn fome fong forrow foul ftands ftate ftreaming ftrong fublime fuch Goddeſs hand Hauberk himſelf houſe Ibid James Browne King Lady laft laughing wild Love lyre majeſtic Margaret of Anjou Mary Antrobus Maſon moſt Mufe Mufic Muſe numbers o'er ODIN paffions perfon PETRARCH PINDARIC ODE pleaſe pleaſure Poet preſent publiſher Quarto Reduced Bank repoſe ſay ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſmile ſome ſpread ſpring ſteep ſtrains ſtudy ſweet Talieffin TEARS OF GENIUS thee thefe theſe THOMAS GRAY thoſe thou thro Univerſity uſe verſes vifit voice wakes the dead Weave Weft Welſh whofe whoſe William Mafon
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Side 156 - 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 56 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 100 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Side 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Side 91 - 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.
Side 96 - To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring 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 ; (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 156 - 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.
Side 149 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 60 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!
Side 60 - 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.