The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray, Thomas Parnell, William Collins, Matthew Green and Thomas Warton1883 |
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... Death of a favourite Cat , drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes 25 III . On a distant Prospect of Eton College 28 Hymn to ... Death of Hoel . An Ode . Selected from the Gododin 59 Epitaph on Sir William Williams Sonnet on the Death of Mr ...
... Death of a favourite Cat , drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes 25 III . On a distant Prospect of Eton College 28 Hymn to ... Death of Hoel . An Ode . Selected from the Gododin 59 Epitaph on Sir William Williams Sonnet on the Death of Mr ...
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... death . 2 Gray writes to West from Paris , April 12 , 1739 : - " Mr . Walpole is gone out to supper at Lord Conway's , and here I remain alone , though invited too . " His mother , husbanding her remaining property , sought a 8 GRAY .
... death . 2 Gray writes to West from Paris , April 12 , 1739 : - " Mr . Walpole is gone out to supper at Lord Conway's , and here I remain alone , though invited too . " His mother , husbanding her remaining property , sought a 8 GRAY .
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... death , that the little toils of the day weighed him down , and that he hid himself in bed , as a bird in the nest , and much about the same time . The admirer of Gray thinks a poet's journey sweetly ended in the early evening , before ...
... death , that the little toils of the day weighed him down , and that he hid himself in bed , as a bird in the nest , and much about the same time . The admirer of Gray thinks a poet's journey sweetly ended in the early evening , before ...
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... death , Oblivion comes Behind , and strikes them from the book of life . " Summer , " 342 . His obligation to Horace ( " Ad Sestium " ) is likewise noticed . An affecting incident is connected with this ode . Gray wrote it at Stoke , in ...
... death , Oblivion comes Behind , and strikes them from the book of life . " Summer , " 342 . His obligation to Horace ( " Ad Sestium " ) is likewise noticed . An affecting incident is connected with this ode . Gray wrote it at Stoke , in ...
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... DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT , DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES . [ THIS poem , written in the spring of 1747 , was published in Dodsley's Miscellany . We have its history in a letter to Walpole , March 1 , of that year : — ' " I knew Zara ...
... DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT , DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES . [ THIS poem , written in the spring of 1747 , was published in Dodsley's Miscellany . We have its history in a letter to Walpole , March 1 , of that year : — ' " I knew Zara ...
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Abra airy amavit ancient atque bards beauty beneath blest bloom bowers breast breathe bright charms Collins Comus Cras amet crown'd deep delight divine dread Eclogues eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire fix'd flame flowers frog genius glory glow goddess golden grace Gray Greece green grove hail hand head heart Hermit Hesiod Joseph Warton kings light lyre magic maid mind Muse Naiads never night numbers nymph o'er Ovid panegyric Parnell passion pensive Pindar plain pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope praise pride Queen rage rise round sacred scene Scriblerus Club shade shine sing smile soft solemn song soul sound Spleen spring stanza stream sublime swains sweet thee Theocritus thine THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS WARTON thou thought toil Twas vale verse Warton wave wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 70 - Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 29 - 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...
الصفحة 43 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
الصفحة 28 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
الصفحة 30 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue ; Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
الصفحة 68 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
الصفحة 69 - 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 Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
الصفحة 67 - 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 59 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams ! Or if chill blust'ring winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet ; be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires ! And hears their simple bell ! and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil...
الصفحة 42 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.