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... The Works of Thomas Gray, Esq - Side 397av Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 446 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
| College Entrance Examination Board - 1920 - 314 sider
...pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample...Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his... | |
| Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 sider
...pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample...guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of Hst'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling... | |
| Thomas Hardy - 1999 - 524 sider
...its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death? Perhaps in this neglected...Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his... | |
| John Eric Adair - 2005 - 204 sider
...unknown 'forefathers' who lacked the chance to lead: 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... | |
| Francesco Orlando - 2008 - 520 sider
...hypothetical: Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd...Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his... | |
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