The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: With the Life of the AuthorR. Chapman, 1798 - 83 sider |
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Side 10
... thought , " Fix'd by his touch , a lafting effence take ; " Each dream , in fancy's airy colouring wrought , " To local fymmetry and life awake ! The tardy rhymes , that us'd to linger on , " To cenfure cold , and negligent of fame ...
... thought , " Fix'd by his touch , a lafting effence take ; " Each dream , in fancy's airy colouring wrought , " To local fymmetry and life awake ! The tardy rhymes , that us'd to linger on , " To cenfure cold , and negligent of fame ...
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... friend the Doctor , the Marifchal College at Aberdeen offered him the degree of Doctor of Laws , which he thought it decent to decline , having omitted to take it at Cam- bridge , B T In December , 1767 , Dr. Beattie , still defirous 13.
... friend the Doctor , the Marifchal College at Aberdeen offered him the degree of Doctor of Laws , which he thought it decent to decline , having omitted to take it at Cam- bridge , B T In December , 1767 , Dr. Beattie , still defirous 13.
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... thought an author by profeffion . It appears from the fame narrative , that Gray made confiderable progress in the study of architec- ture , particularly the Gothic . He endeavoured to trace this branch of the fcience , from the period ...
... thought an author by profeffion . It appears from the fame narrative , that Gray made confiderable progress in the study of architec- ture , particularly the Gothic . He endeavoured to trace this branch of the fcience , from the period ...
Side 20
... thought by some to be no more than a confused heap of splendid ideas , thrown toge- ther without order and without proportion . " Some paffages have been cenfured by Kelly in the Babbler , and imitations of different Authors have been ...
... thought by some to be no more than a confused heap of splendid ideas , thrown toge- ther without order and without proportion . " Some paffages have been cenfured by Kelly in the Babbler , and imitations of different Authors have been ...
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... Thought would destroy their paradife . No more ; where ignorance is blifs ' Tis folly to be wife . ODE IV . TO ADVERSITY . DAUGHTER of Jove , relentless pow'r , Thou tamer of the human breaft , Whofe iron fcourge and tort'ring hour The ...
... Thought would destroy their paradife . No more ; where ignorance is blifs ' Tis folly to be wife . ODE IV . TO ADVERSITY . DAUGHTER of Jove , relentless pow'r , Thou tamer of the human breaft , Whofe iron fcourge and tort'ring hour The ...
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Bard beauties beneath bleft blifs bluſhing bofom breaſt breath Caernarvonshire charms death defire Delia deſpair dreft effeminacy ELEGY ETON COLLEGE ev'ry eyes facred fame fays fcorn fecret feems feen fhade fhall fhining figh filent fing firft firſt fkies fleep flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong foon foothe forrow foul fpirit friendſhip ftate ftill ftrain ftream ftudy fublime fuch fweet golden grace Gray guife hand Hauberk heart Heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe inſpire King laſt lefs loft Lord Lord Bute lover lyre Mafon maid Margaret of Anjou mind moſt Mufe numbers o'er ODIN paffion pain Petrarch Pindar pleafing pleaſe pleaſure Poet pow'r pride publiſhed reafon reft reſt rofe ſeem ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould Sifters ſpeak ſpoil ſpread ſtate ſtep ſtrong tear thee theſe THOMAS GRAY thoſe thou thro weakneſs weep Weft whofe wiſh youth
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Side 81 - 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...
Side 43 - 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 49 - 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 80 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; 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...
Side 78 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Side 53 - 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 36 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Side 6 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Side 19 - ... always to mean more than he said. Would you have any more reasons? An interval of above forty years has pretty well destroyed the charm.
Side 45 - Thro' 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. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.