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 pages |
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... Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Thro ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign : Now rolling down the steep amain , Headlong , impetuous , see it pour : The rocks and nodding groves re - bellow to the roar . I. 2 . Oh ...
... Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Thro ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign : Now rolling down the steep amain , Headlong , impetuous , see it pour : The rocks and nodding groves re - bellow to the roar . I. 2 . Oh ...
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... deep , Fields , that cool Ilissus laves , Or where M¿ander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep , How do your tuneful Echoes languish , Mute , but to the voice of Anguish ! Where each old poetic Mountain Inspiration breath'd ...
... deep , Fields , that cool Ilissus laves , Or where M¿ander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep , How do your tuneful Echoes languish , Mute , but to the voice of Anguish ! Where each old poetic Mountain Inspiration breath'd ...
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... 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 [ 10 ] : Yet shall he mount , and keep his distant way ( c ) But ah ! ' tis heard no more- We have ...
... 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 [ 10 ] : Yet shall he mount , and keep his distant way ( c ) But ah ! ' tis heard no more- We have ...
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... deep sorrows of his lyre . 66 Hark , how each giant - oak , and desert - cave , 66 Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! " O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they 66 " wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ...
... deep sorrows of his lyre . 66 Hark , how each giant - oak , and desert - cave , 66 Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! " O'er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they 66 " wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ...
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... deep , and ratify his 66 66 " doom . III . 1 . “ Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun . ) " Half of thy heart we consecrate ( h ) . ( The web is wove . The work is done . " ) " Stay , oh stay ! nor thus ...
... deep , and ratify his 66 66 " doom . III . 1 . “ Edward , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun . ) " Half of thy heart we consecrate ( h ) . ( The web is wove . The work is done . " ) " Stay , oh stay ! nor thus ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!