The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayJohn Sharpe, 1821 - 134 sider |
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Side 7
... Fear , And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth , Or Jealousy , with rankling tooth , That inly gnaws the secret heart ; And Envy wan , and faded Care , Grim - visag'd comfortless Despair , And Sorrow's ...
... Fear , And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth , Or Jealousy , with rankling tooth , That inly gnaws the secret heart ; And Envy wan , and faded Care , Grim - visag'd comfortless Despair , And Sorrow's ...
Side 16
... fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears . " III . 2 . Nor second He , that rode sublime Upon the seraph wings of Ecstasy , The secrets of th ' abyss to spy , He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time : The living ...
... fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears . " III . 2 . Nor second He , that rode sublime Upon the seraph wings of Ecstasy , The secrets of th ' abyss to spy , He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time : The living ...
Side 18
... fears , From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay , Ver . 5. Helm , nor hauberk's twisted mail ] The hauberk was a texture of steel ...
... fears , From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay , Ver . 5. Helm , nor hauberk's twisted mail ] The hauberk was a texture of steel ...
Side 32
... mien , Thy steady course of honour keep , Nor fear the rocks , nor seek the shore : The Star of Brunswick smiles serene , And gilds the horrors of the deep . " THE FATAL SISTERS . FROM THE NORSE TONGUE . To 32 ODES .
... mien , Thy steady course of honour keep , Nor fear the rocks , nor seek the shore : The Star of Brunswick smiles serene , And gilds the horrors of the deep . " THE FATAL SISTERS . FROM THE NORSE TONGUE . To 32 ODES .
Side 45
... Fear to stop , and shame to fly . There confusion , terror's child , Conflict fierce , and ruin wild , Agony , that pants for breath , Despair and honourable death . THE DEATH OF HOEL . Selected from the Gododin of ODES . 45.
... Fear to stop , and shame to fly . There confusion , terror's child , Conflict fierce , and ruin wild , Agony , that pants for breath , Despair and honourable death . THE DEATH OF HOEL . Selected from the Gododin of ODES . 45.
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ACERONIA AGRIPPINA ancient Anicetus arva atque auras awake Baiæ Bard beauties beneath breath brow Caernarvonshire Cambridge charm College death divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dread earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton Eton College eyes fame fate fears feel fire genius glitt'ring golden grace Gray's hæc hear heart heav'n Hinc honour ignes John Penn JOHN SHARPE king lady latè Long Story longo Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou MASINISSA Mason mind morn mother Muse Nero o'er oculis oculos ODIN Otho passion PICCADILLY Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry Poppaa PROPHETESS quâ quæ quod racter regna reign repose rerum RICHARD WESTALL round Scilicet shade Sisters smiling soft solemn song soul spirit stanza Stoke style sublime tactus Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou trembling vale verse voice Walpole weep wings written youth
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Side 18 - 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 hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Side 19 - 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. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Side 3 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
Side 51 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd 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 thro' 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 50 - 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.
Side 17 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 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...
Side 49 - 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. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 52 - 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 50 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Side 4 - 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 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!