Select Poems of Thomas GrayHarper & Bros., 1895 - 143 sider |
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... 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. ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY Nor cast one longing lingering look behind ...
... 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. ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY Nor cast one longing lingering look behind ...
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... d , Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day , 85 On some fond breast the parting soul relies , Some. Nor cast one longing lingering look behind ? Haply some hoary - headed swain may say ,. ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . 37.
... d , Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day , 85 On some fond breast the parting soul relies , Some. Nor cast one longing lingering look behind ? Haply some hoary - headed swain may say ,. ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD . 37.
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... look the more careless and by accident as it were." Again, March 3, 1751, he writes: " I do not expect any more editions ; as I have appeared in more magazines than one. The chief errata were sacred for secret ; hidden for kindred (in ...
... look the more careless and by accident as it were." Again, March 3, 1751, he writes: " I do not expect any more editions ; as I have appeared in more magazines than one. The chief errata were sacred for secret ; hidden for kindred (in ...
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... looks intent Again she stretch'd , again she bent , Nor knew the gulf between . ( Malignant Fate sat by , and smil'd . ) The slippery verge her feet beguil'd , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to ...
... looks intent Again she stretch'd , again she bent , Nor knew the gulf between . ( Malignant Fate sat by , and smil'd . ) The slippery verge her feet beguil'd , She tumbled headlong in . Eight times emerging from the flood , She mew'd to ...
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... look behind , They hear a voice in every wind , And snatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health of rosy hue ...
... look behind , They hear a voice in every wind , And snatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health of rosy hue ...
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SELECT POEMS OF THOMAS GRAY Thomas 1716-1771 Gray,W. J. (William James) 1827-1910 Rolfe Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Æolian Bard beauties beneath Berkeley Castle breath buxom Cæsar called Cambridge Comus Country Churchyard Cowley critical curfew death Dodsley Dodsley's Dryden edition Edward Elegy ELEGY WRITTEN English Epitaph Eton College fate favourite feeling flowers Fraser Gray quotes Gray wrote Gray's Hales remarks Hamlet HARPER & BROTHERS Henry Horace Horace Walpole Idalium Julius Cæsar king London Lord Bute lowly bed Lucretius Lycidas lyre Magazine of Magazines Milton Mitford quotes Mitford remarks monument morn mother Muse night notes o'er Ovid Pembroke Petrarch Pindaric Pindaric odes Plinlimmon poet poetic poetry Pope printed Progress of Poesy published purple reader Rolfe Rolfe's says shade Shakes Shakespeare sleep smile solemn song spring stanza Stoke Park Stoke-Pogis Taliessin taste thee THOMAS GRAY Thomson thou thought thro tomb tyrant verse Virgil virtues Wakefield quotes Walpole wind Windsor wings word writers
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Side 20 - 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 54 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Side 22 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side 12 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Side 2 - Death? perhaps in this neglected spot is laid some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Side 29 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Side 12 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) 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 3 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village 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 109 - It may be safely affirmed, that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.