The Poems of Thomas Gray: Embellished with Engravings from the Designs of Richd. WestallJ. Sharpe, 1821 - 134 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxi
... blood . Thomas was attacked with a paroxysm of a similar kind , which was re- moved by his mother's promptly opening a vein with her own hand * . She lived to see her affec- tionate exertions and solicitudes well repaid , to witness the ...
... blood . Thomas was attacked with a paroxysm of a similar kind , which was re- moved by his mother's promptly opening a vein with her own hand * . She lived to see her affec- tionate exertions and solicitudes well repaid , to witness the ...
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... blood defil'd , And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe . Lo ! in the vale of years beneath , A grisly troop are seen , The painful family of Death , More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints , this fires the veins ...
... blood defil'd , And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest woe . Lo ! in the vale of years beneath , A grisly troop are seen , The painful family of Death , More hideous than their queen : This racks the joints , this fires the veins ...
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... blood be spilt ? PROPHETESS . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace compress'd , A wondrous boy shall Rinda bear , Who ne'er shall comb his raven - hair , dress of Thorbiorga , one of these prophetesses , is described at ...
... blood be spilt ? PROPHETESS . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace compress'd , A wondrous boy shall Rinda bear , Who ne'er shall comb his raven - hair , dress of Thorbiorga , one of these prophetesses , is described at ...
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... blood , Backward Meinai rolls his flood ; While , heap'd his master's feet around , Prostrate warriors gnaw the ground . Ver . 14. Lochlin ] Denmark . Ver . 20. The dragon son of Mona stands ] The red dragon is the device of Cadwallader ...
... blood , Backward Meinai rolls his flood ; While , heap'd his master's feet around , Prostrate warriors gnaw the ground . Ver . 14. Lochlin ] Denmark . Ver . 20. The dragon son of Mona stands ] The red dragon is the device of Cadwallader ...
الصفحة 50
... blood his infant honour seal'd ; From fortune , pleasure , science , love , he flew , And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field . With eyes of flame , and cool undaunted breast , Victor he stood on Bellisle's rocky steeps- Ab ...
... blood his infant honour seal'd ; From fortune , pleasure , science , love , he flew , And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field . With eyes of flame , and cool undaunted breast , Victor he stood on Bellisle's rocky steeps- Ab ...
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ACERONIA Æolian AGRIPPINA Anicetus atque awake bard beneath blooming band breast breath brow dauntless death divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dread earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton College eyes fame fate fears glitt'ring glory golden golden reign grace Gray Gray's hæc hand Hark hear heart heav'n Henry the Sixth honour JOHN SHARPE king lady Long Story Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou Mason MDCCLXXI mind morn mother muse ne'er o'er ODIN Otho pain PICCADILLY Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry PROPHETESS PUBLISHED BY JOHN quæ Queen reign repose RICHARD WESTALL round says shade Sisters smiling soft solemn song soul spirit stanza Stoke style sublime sweet Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY Thormodus Torfæus thou trembling vale verse victorious bands voice Walpole warblings warm wat'ry Weave weep Welsh wing written YORK PUBLIC YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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الصفحة 6 - 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 5 - expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.
الصفحة 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
الصفحة 56 - THE EPITAPH. 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.
الصفحة 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
الصفحة 51 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 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...
الصفحة 12 - Awake, /Eolian 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 52 - 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 the' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 19 - Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : ' To arms ! ' cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance.
الصفحة 55 - 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. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.