The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayBenjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, & Robert Johnson, 1804 - 207 sider |
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Side 88
... PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms , presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? [ 22 ] Several Editions have it brays . It is not , how- ever , the nature of the dog , but of the ass , to bray . To bay is , according to Johnson ...
... PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms , presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? [ 22 ] Several Editions have it brays . It is not , how- ever , the nature of the dog , but of the ass , to bray . To bay is , according to Johnson ...
Side 89
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev'rage of the bee : [ 23 ] Odin , we find both from this Ode and the Ed- da , was solicitous about the fate of his son Balder , who had dreamed that he was soon to die . The Edda ...
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev'rage of the bee : [ 23 ] Odin , we find both from this Ode and the Ed- da , was solicitous about the fate of his son Balder , who had dreamed that he was soon to die . The Edda ...
Side 90
... Prophetess , arise , and say , [ 24 ] Women were looked upon by the Gothic na- tions as having a peculiar insight into futurity ; and some there were that made profession of magic arts and divination . These travelled round the country ...
... Prophetess , arise , and say , [ 24 ] Women were looked upon by the Gothic na- tions as having a peculiar insight into futurity ; and some there were that made profession of magic arts and divination . These travelled round the country ...
Side 91
... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close⚫ Leave me , leave me to repose , ODIN . Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who th ' Avenger of his ...
... PROPHETESS . In Hoder's hand the Hero's doom ; His brother sends him to the tomb . Now my weary lips I close⚫ Leave me , leave me to repose , ODIN . Prophetess , my spell obey , Once again arise , and say , Who th ' Avenger of his ...
Side 92
... PROPHETESS . Ha ! no Traveller art thou , King of Men , I know thee now ; Mightiest of a mighty line- ODIN . No boding Maid of skill divine [ 23 ] These were ... Prophetess . Art thou , nor Prophetess of good ; But mother 92 ODES .
... PROPHETESS . Ha ! no Traveller art thou , King of Men , I know thee now ; Mightiest of a mighty line- ODIN . No boding Maid of skill divine [ 23 ] These were ... Prophetess . Art thou , nor Prophetess of good ; But mother 92 ODES .
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ACERONIA Æolian Agrippina Anicetus Bard beautiful beneath breast breathe brow Cambria's Cambridge charms climes College Country Church-Yard death dread Duke of Grafton Earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton College fame Fancy fate fear fire flowers gale genius glow golden grace Gray Gray's hand harmony hear heart Heav'n honour Johnson King Lord Lord Bute lyre Margaret of Anjou Mason Milton's mother Muse ne'er Nero numbers o'er ODIN Otho pain passion Pembroke Hall Peterhouse Petrarch Pindar PINDARIC ODE pleasure Poem Poet Poet's poetry Poppaa pride PROPHETESS Queen race reign round sable says scene Scythia shade sigh sing sister smile soft soft returns solemn song sorrow soul spirit stanza strains sublime sweet taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou thought thro trembling Twas University of Cambridge vale verse voice Walpole warblings weave weep wild wing youth
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Side 120 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Side 117 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Side 34 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter thro...
Side 119 - 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 113 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 39 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 44 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heavenly birth And bade to form her infant mind.
Side 48 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Side 66 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year and mark the night When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death thro...
Side 67 - 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.