The Poetical Works: Of Thomas Gray, ... with Some Account of His Life and Writings. The Whole Carefully Revised; and Illustrated by Notes. To which are Annexed, Poems Addressed To, and in Memory Of, Mr. Gray; ...C. Whittingham, 1800 - 223 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxxii
... BENEATH ARE DEPOSITED , IN HOPE OF A JOYFUL RESURRECTION , THE REMAINS OF MARY ANTROBUS . SHE DIED , UNMARRIED , NOV . V. MDCCXLIX . AGED LXVI . IN THE SAME PIOUS CONFIDENCE , BESIDE HER FRIEND AND SISTER , HERE SLEEP THE REMAINS OF ...
... BENEATH ARE DEPOSITED , IN HOPE OF A JOYFUL RESURRECTION , THE REMAINS OF MARY ANTROBUS . SHE DIED , UNMARRIED , NOV . V. MDCCXLIX . AGED LXVI . IN THE SAME PIOUS CONFIDENCE , BESIDE HER FRIEND AND SISTER , HERE SLEEP THE REMAINS OF ...
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... beneath A grisly troop are seen , The painful family of Death , More hideous than their Queen : [ 4 ] And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye . The elision here , observes Mr. Mason , is ungraceful , and hurts this otherwise beautiful line ...
... beneath A grisly troop are seen , The painful family of Death , More hideous than their Queen : [ 4 ] And hard Unkindness ' alter'd eye . The elision here , observes Mr. Mason , is ungraceful , and hurts this otherwise beautiful line ...
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... beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid , She deigns to hear the savage Youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather - cinctur'd Chiefs , and dusky Loves . Her track , where'er the Goddess roves , Glory ...
... beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid , She deigns to hear the savage Youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather - cinctur'd Chiefs , and dusky Loves . Her track , where'er the Goddess roves , Glory ...
الصفحة 30
... regardless of their noise . [ 10 ] This passage seems borrowed from the following in Sir William Temple's Essay on Poetry , in his Miscellanies . Speaking of the qualities Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate , Beneath the 30.
... regardless of their noise . [ 10 ] This passage seems borrowed from the following in Sir William Temple's Essay on Poetry , in his Miscellanies . Speaking of the qualities Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate , Beneath the 30.
الصفحة 31
... Beneath the Good how far - but far above the Great . of a poet , " there must be , " says he , " a spritely imagination or fancy , " fertile in a thousand productions , ranging over infinite ground , " piercing into every corner , and ...
... Beneath the Good how far - but far above the Great . of a poet , " there must be , " says he , " a spritely imagination or fancy , " fertile in a thousand productions , ranging over infinite ground , " piercing into every corner , and ...
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ACERONIA Agrippina Anicetus Antrobus atque Baiæ Ballder's Bank Annuities Bard beautiful beneath breast breathe Cambridge death dread earth Edward Eirin Elegy Eton College eyes fame fate fears fire flames flowers FRAGMENT genius give glory glow grace GRANDE CHARTREUSE Gray Gray's hæc hand harmony hear heart Heav'n Hinc honour horror imitation Julius Cæsar King Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou Mason Milton Muse ne'er Nero night numbers o'er Odin Otho passion Pembroke Hall Petrarch Pindar pleasure Poem Poet Poet's Poetry PROPHETESS quæ reader reign repose round sacred shade sight sing Sir William Williams Sisters smile soft solemn song soul spirit stanza strains sublime sweet taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou thought thro trembling University of Cambridge vale verse virtue voice VOLVA Walpole weave weep William Mason wing youth
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الصفحة 88 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure.
الصفحة 92 - Th' applause of listening 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, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
الصفحة 93 - 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?
الصفحة 11 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall?
الصفحة 95 - 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...
الصفحة 28 - 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.
الصفحة 89 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 89 - 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.
الصفحة 21 - Aeolian 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, Through verdant vales and Ceres...
الصفحة 13 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!