Selections from the Poetry and Prose of Thomas GrayGinn, 1894 - 179 sider |
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... language the present editor has no knowledge ) has steadily fur- nished me with facts and suggestions . Professor Albert S. Cook and Doctor Hanns Oertel of Yale , have kindly given aid in verifying some references . YALE COLLEGE , 22 ...
... language the present editor has no knowledge ) has steadily fur- nished me with facts and suggestions . Professor Albert S. Cook and Doctor Hanns Oertel of Yale , have kindly given aid in verifying some references . YALE COLLEGE , 22 ...
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... Languages . In accordance with the prevailing custom , he delivered no lectures and made no attempt to teach . Gray lived at Cambridge because it was quiet and fairly cheap ; because the libraries were there , and the atmos- phere was ...
... Languages . In accordance with the prevailing custom , he delivered no lectures and made no attempt to teach . Gray lived at Cambridge because it was quiet and fairly cheap ; because the libraries were there , and the atmos- phere was ...
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... languages he was a good scholar - affected Gray strongly . His admiration for Racine is well known ; 1 but among contemporary French authors he was especi- ally influenced by Gresset.2 Gray called him a " great master , , " and quoted ...
... languages he was a good scholar - affected Gray strongly . His admiration for Racine is well known ; 1 but among contemporary French authors he was especi- ally influenced by Gresset.2 Gray called him a " great master , , " and quoted ...
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... language . There are few poems in English literature that express the sentiment of the author with such felicity and beauty . This insures its immortality ; and it is this fact that deservedly gives it the first place in Gray's literary ...
... language . There are few poems in English literature that express the sentiment of the author with such felicity and beauty . This insures its immortality ; and it is this fact that deservedly gives it the first place in Gray's literary ...
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... language for the year 1739 . Probably very few private journals of the eighteenth century can show anything similar to it ; for Gray's feel- ings were , at that time , almost exclusively his own . His letters , both at that time , and ...
... language for the year 1739 . Probably very few private journals of the eighteenth century can show anything similar to it ; for Gray's feel- ings were , at that time , almost exclusively his own . His letters , both at that time , and ...
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Side 39 - 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 19 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Side 17 - 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.
Side 42 - Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Side 133 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Side 18 - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Side 16 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman 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 31 - 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 20 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Side 2 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.