Selections from the Poetry and Prose of Thomas GrayGinn, 1894 - 179 sider |
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... SCENERY . ALPINE SCENERY . MOUNTAINS JOURNAL IN THE LAKES . NOTES ON THE POEMS . NOTES ON THE PROSE PAGE 79 81 82 83 84 85 86 88 89 89 90 90 90 91 92 93 94 95 97 98 99 127 177 INTRODUCTION . I. LIFE . THOMAS GRAY was born in CONTENTS . xi.
... SCENERY . ALPINE SCENERY . MOUNTAINS JOURNAL IN THE LAKES . NOTES ON THE POEMS . NOTES ON THE PROSE PAGE 79 81 82 83 84 85 86 88 89 89 90 90 90 91 92 93 94 95 97 98 99 127 177 INTRODUCTION . I. LIFE . THOMAS GRAY was born in CONTENTS . xi.
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... mountains , and lakes , and picturesque landscapes , that it seems difficult to believe that all this is a modern taste . To - day the average summer traveler speaks enthusiastically of precipices , mountain cascades and shaded glens ...
... mountains , and lakes , and picturesque landscapes , that it seems difficult to believe that all this is a modern taste . To - day the average summer traveler speaks enthusiastically of precipices , mountain cascades and shaded glens ...
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... mountains and precipices ; and you can't imagine how much I am pleased with the sight of a plain ! ' This little phrase is a good illustration of the contempt for mountains , of the way they were regarded as wild , barbaric , useless ...
... mountains and precipices ; and you can't imagine how much I am pleased with the sight of a plain ! ' This little phrase is a good illustration of the contempt for mountains , of the way they were regarded as wild , barbaric , useless ...
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... mountain , overlooking it . . . . Ruins of an old castle on the brow of a mountain , whose sides are cover'd with woods . " Again , describing the journey to Geneva : " The road runs over a Mountain , which gives you the first tast of ...
... mountain , overlooking it . . . . Ruins of an old castle on the brow of a mountain , whose sides are cover'd with woods . " Again , describing the journey to Geneva : " The road runs over a Mountain , which gives you the first tast of ...
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... mountains and Ossianic poetry would not seem so singular ; but that this secluded scholar , who spent most of his hours over his books in Cambridge and the manuscripts in the British Museum , and who was always slow to speak , should ...
... mountains and Ossianic poetry would not seem so singular ; but that this secluded scholar , who spent most of his hours over his books in Cambridge and the manuscripts in the British Museum , and who was always slow to speak , should ...
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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.