The Works of Thomas Gray: Containing His Poems and Correspondence, with Memoirs of His Life and Writings, Volum 1Harding, Triphook, and Lepard, 1825 - 2 sider |
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Side ciii
... I know thee , gentle shade ! That tuneful voice , that eagle eye.- Quick bring me flowers that ne'er shall fade , The laurel wreath that ne'er shall die ; With every honour deck his funeral bier , For he OF MR . GRAY . ciii.
... I know thee , gentle shade ! That tuneful voice , that eagle eye.- Quick bring me flowers that ne'er shall fade , The laurel wreath that ne'er shall die ; With every honour deck his funeral bier , For he OF MR . GRAY . ciii.
Side civ
... shaded by the friendly yew , Sunk in the wood the sun's departing gleam , The grey - robed landscape stealing from the view . Or wrapt in solemn thought , and pleasing woe , O'er each low tomb he breathed his pious strain , A lesson to ...
... shaded by the friendly yew , Sunk in the wood the sun's departing gleam , The grey - robed landscape stealing from the view . Or wrapt in solemn thought , and pleasing woe , O'er each low tomb he breathed his pious strain , A lesson to ...
Side cix
... shade , And hold each dictate sacred . What remains Unsung shall so each leading rule select As if still guided by thy judgment sage ; While , as still modelled to thy curious ear , Flow my melodious numbers ; so shall praise , If aught ...
... shade , And hold each dictate sacred . What remains Unsung shall so each leading rule select As if still guided by thy judgment sage ; While , as still modelled to thy curious ear , Flow my melodious numbers ; so shall praise , If aught ...
Side cx
... supplies . Alas ! for whom ? Many a gleam of sprightly thought , Many a sad and sable mood , Whether from dazzling lustre brought , Or nursed by shades of darksome wood , Keep death - like silence on their native shore , CX POEMS IN MEMORY.
... supplies . Alas ! for whom ? Many a gleam of sprightly thought , Many a sad and sable mood , Whether from dazzling lustre brought , Or nursed by shades of darksome wood , Keep death - like silence on their native shore , CX POEMS IN MEMORY.
Side cxiii
... shade ; Where now , still faithful to their wonted fires , Thy own dear ashes are for ever laid . " e Hymn to Adversity . f Churchyard Elegy . 8 Gray was buried at Stoke , the scene of the Elegy . bs EPITAPH ON MR . GRAY'S MONUMENT , IN ...
... shade ; Where now , still faithful to their wonted fires , Thy own dear ashes are for ever laid . " e Hymn to Adversity . f Churchyard Elegy . 8 Gray was buried at Stoke , the scene of the Elegy . bs EPITAPH ON MR . GRAY'S MONUMENT , IN ...
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ACERONIA admirable Agrippina ancient Anicetus atque Baiæ Bard beautiful bosom breath Cambridge composition Comus critic death dread Duke of Grafton Dunciad Elegy Eloisa to Abelard epithet Eton College expression fame fancy fate fear feel fire flowers following lines fragment genius grace Gray Gray's Gwynedd hæc hand heart honour kind king language Latin letter Lord Lycidas lyre lyric Mason means melancholy Milton mind Mitford Mitford quotes Muse numbers o'er observes Odin original pain passage passion Pembroke Hall Petrarch Pindar pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope's Progress of Poesy PROPHETESS quæ reader reign round rusal says seems shade Shakspeare smile solemn song soul spirit Spring stanza sublime tactus taste Telam thee THOMAS GRAY thou thought tion vale verse Virg Wakefield Walpole weep wing written youth
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Side 116 - Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Side 126 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Side 124 - 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 38 - And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone : and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.
Side 125 - One morn I missed him on the 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 115 - 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, 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 47 - 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), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Side 43 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; 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 ! § SA.
Side 126 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Side 62 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.