The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: With the Life of the AuthorR. Chapman, 1798 - 83 страница |
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... hands of Mr. Dodfley , and order him to print it imme- diately , in order to rescue it from the difgrace it might have incurred by it's appearance in a Maga- zine . The Elegy was the moft popular of all our Author's productions ; it ran ...
... hands of Mr. Dodfley , and order him to print it imme- diately , in order to rescue it from the difgrace it might have incurred by it's appearance in a Maga- zine . The Elegy was the moft popular of all our Author's productions ; it ran ...
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... hand can trace , " And o'er the cheek of forrow throw " A melancholy grace : " While hope prolongs our happier hour ; " Or deepest shades , that dimly lowr , " And blacken round our weary way , " Gilds with a gleam of diftant day ...
... hand can trace , " And o'er the cheek of forrow throw " A melancholy grace : " While hope prolongs our happier hour ; " Or deepest shades , that dimly lowr , " And blacken round our weary way , " Gilds with a gleam of diftant day ...
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... hand , fo was he from extravagance on the other : being one of those few characters in the annals of literature , efpecially in the poetical class , who are devoid of felf intereft , and at the fame time attentive to economy : but Mr ...
... hand , fo was he from extravagance on the other : being one of those few characters in the annals of literature , efpecially in the poetical class , who are devoid of felf intereft , and at the fame time attentive to economy : but Mr ...
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... hand a filver harp she bore , Whose magic notes , foft warbling from the string , Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er knew before , Or raise the foul on rapture's airy wing . 8 12 17 By grief impell'd , I heard her heave a figh , While ...
... hand a filver harp she bore , Whose magic notes , foft warbling from the string , Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er knew before , Or raise the foul on rapture's airy wing . 8 12 17 By grief impell'd , I heard her heave a figh , While ...
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... hand of rude Disease , Behold our fav'rite poet lies ! While ev'ry object form'd to please Far from his couch ungrateful flies . The blissful Mufe , whofe fav'ring fmile So lately warm'd his peaceful breast , Diffufing heav'nly joys the ...
... hand of rude Disease , Behold our fav'rite poet lies ! While ev'ry object form'd to please Far from his couch ungrateful flies . The blissful Mufe , whofe fav'ring fmile So lately warm'd his peaceful breast , Diffufing heav'nly joys 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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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 78 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.