The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayBenjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, & Robert Johnson, 1804 - 207 sider |
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... warblings lessen on my ear , q " That lost in long futurity expire . " Fond impious Man , think'st thou yon sanguine " cloud , " Rais'd by thy breath , has quench'd the Orb of " day ? " To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , " And ...
... warblings lessen on my ear , q " That lost in long futurity expire . " Fond impious Man , think'st thou yon sanguine " cloud , " Rais'd by thy breath , has quench'd the Orb of " day ? " To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , " And ...
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... warblings round him swell , Meek Newton's self bends from his state sublime , And nods his hoary head , and listens to the rhyme . AIR . " Ye brown o'er - arching Groves , " That Contemplation loves , " Where willowy Camus lingers with ...
... warblings round him swell , Meek Newton's self bends from his state sublime , And nods his hoary head , and listens to the rhyme . AIR . " Ye brown o'er - arching Groves , " That Contemplation loves , " Where willowy Camus lingers with ...
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... command , With brillant Genius , marshall'd forth his way ; They lur'd his steps to Cambria's once - fam'd land , And sleeping Druids felt his magic lay . But vain the magic lay . , the warbling lyre 196 IN MEMORY OF GRAY .
... command , With brillant Genius , marshall'd forth his way ; They lur'd his steps to Cambria's once - fam'd land , And sleeping Druids felt his magic lay . But vain the magic lay . , the warbling lyre 196 IN MEMORY OF GRAY .
Side 197
Thomas Gray. But vain the magic lay . , the warbling lyre , Imperious Death ! from thy fell grasp to save ; He knew , and told it with a Poet's fire , " The paths of Glory lead but to the grave . " And shall the Bard , whose sympathizing ...
Thomas Gray. But vain the magic lay . , the warbling lyre , Imperious Death ! from thy fell grasp to save ; He knew , and told it with a Poet's fire , " The paths of Glory lead but to the grave . " And shall the Bard , whose sympathizing ...
Side 198
... tears , Resistless all , their various pow'r combin'd . In her fair hand a silver harp she bore , Whose magic notes , soft - warbling from the string , Give tranquil joy the breast ne'er knew before , Or 198 IN MEMORY OF GRAY .
... tears , Resistless all , their various pow'r combin'd . In her fair hand a silver harp she bore , Whose magic notes , soft - warbling from the string , Give tranquil joy the breast ne'er knew before , Or 198 IN MEMORY OF GRAY .
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Æolian Agrippina Anicetus awake Baiæ Bard beautiful beneath breast breathe brow Cambria's Cambridge charms College Country Church-Yard dear death dread Duke of Grafton Earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton College fame Fancy fate fears fire flowers genius glitt'ring glow grace Gray Gray's hand harmony hear heart Heav'n honour Johnson King laughing wild lines Lord Lord Bute lyre magic Margaret of Anjou Mason melting Milton's mother Muse ne'er Nero night numbers o'er ODIN Otho passion Pembroke Hall Peterhouse Petrarch Pindar PINDARIC ODE pleasure Poem Poet Poet's poetry Poppæa pride PROPHETESS Queen reign round says scene shade sigh sing sister smile soft 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 Welsh 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.