A criticism on the Elegy written in a country church yard. Being a continuation [by J. Young] of dr. J-n's criticism on the poems of GrayBallantyne Press, 1810 |
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... d alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes con- fined : Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; B XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ON GRAY'S ELEGY . 5.
... d alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes con- fined : Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; B XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ON GRAY'S ELEGY . 5.
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John Young. XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide , To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame , Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride , With incense kindled at the muse's flame . XIX . Far from the madding crowd's ...
John Young. XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide , To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame , Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride , With incense kindled at the muse's flame . XIX . Far from the madding crowd's ...
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... d alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes con- fined : Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; B XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ON GRAY'S ELEGY .立つ.
... d alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes con- fined : Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; B XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ON GRAY'S ELEGY .立つ.
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John Young. XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide , To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame , Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride , With incense kindled at the muse's flame . XIX . Far from the madding crowd's ...
John Young. XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide , To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame , Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride , With incense kindled at the muse's flame . XIX . Far from the madding crowd's ...
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... d alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes con- fined : Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; B XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ON GRAY'S ELEGY . cxxx 5.
... d alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes con- fined : Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; B XVIII . The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide ON GRAY'S ELEGY . cxxx 5.
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Alcestis ambient tide Anacreon ashes live await begli occhi chiusi blemishes blushes censure Ch'i character Collins Country Church-yard criticism dead death dipt doubt Dr Johnson duction Elegy written Euripedes expression fancy fault flame flower Fredda una lingua ginality grave guage hasty hoary-headed swain images labour Late to find lines live their wonted lonely contemplation Long to seek long-drawn aisle lose it-oh lyre Mason mecker Meditation melancholy Merchant Taylor's School Milton mind mode Musical Expression mutual heart ness noiseless tenor note of praise o'er obscure path of glory pealing anthem swells Penseroso Petrarch poet poetical poetry Pope priety purest ray quaternions quatrain racter Rondeau seek a mutual seems sentiment solemn stillness stanza stanzas that follow storied urn strictures suppose swallow's nest swells the note templation termina thought tion to curiosity Tityrus trembling hope upland lawn verse whiggish wonted fires word
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Side 38 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 3 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 4 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Side 6 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 8 - 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.
Side 5 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Side 6 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Side 2 - 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 9 - 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 5 - 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...