Select Poems of Thomas GrayHarper & Bros., 1895 - 143 sider |
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Side 52
... play ; No sense have they of ills to come . No care beyond to - day : Yet see how all around ' em wait The ministers of human fate , 355 40 45 50 50 55 And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah , show them where in ambush stand To seize ...
... play ; No sense have they of ills to come . No care beyond to - day : Yet see how all around ' em wait The ministers of human fate , 355 40 45 50 50 55 And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah , show them where in ambush stand To seize ...
Side 66
... play ! Hear from the grave , great Taliessin , hear ; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay . Bright Rapture calls , and soaring as she sings , Waves in the eye of heaven her many - colour'd wings . III . 3 . " The verse adorn again ...
... play ! Hear from the grave , great Taliessin , hear ; They breathe a soul to animate thy clay . Bright Rapture calls , and soaring as she sings , Waves in the eye of heaven her many - colour'd wings . III . 3 . " The verse adorn again ...
Side 72
... Worc . , Worcester's Dictionary ( quarto edition ) . Other abbreviations ( names of books in the Bible , plays of Shakespeare , works of Ovid , Virgil , and Horace , etc. ) need no explanation . NOTES . Day , ver the Lea , The Curfene.
... Worc . , Worcester's Dictionary ( quarto edition ) . Other abbreviations ( names of books in the Bible , plays of Shakespeare , works of Ovid , Virgil , and Horace , etc. ) need no explanation . NOTES . Day , ver the Lea , The Curfene.
Side 112
... play Fuimus Troes ( A.D. 1633 ) : " Blow , gentle Africus , Play on our poops when Hyperion's son Shall couch in west . " Hyperion was a Titan , the father of Helios ( the Sun ) , Selene ( the Moon ) , and Eos ( the Dawn ) . He was ...
... play Fuimus Troes ( A.D. 1633 ) : " Blow , gentle Africus , Play on our poops when Hyperion's son Shall couch in west . " Hyperion was a Titan , the father of Helios ( the Sun ) , Selene ( the Moon ) , and Eos ( the Dawn ) . He was ...
Side 142
... play'd , A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from A momentary bliss bestow , ye blow As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring ...
... play'd , A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from A momentary bliss bestow , ye blow As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring ...
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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.