The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: With the Life of the AuthorR. Chapman, 1798 - 83 pages |
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... kind were fhewn to him without a mafk ; and he was taught to confider every thing as trifling , and unwor- thy of the attention of a wife man , except the purfuit of knowledge and practice of virtue , in that ftate wherein God hath ...
... kind were fhewn to him without a mafk ; and he was taught to confider every thing as trifling , and unwor- thy of the attention of a wife man , except the purfuit of knowledge and practice of virtue , in that ftate wherein God hath ...
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... kind as any in our language . Dr. Johnson was confeffedly a man of great geni- us ; but the partial and uncandid mode of criticism he has adopted in his remarks on the writings of Gray , has given to liberal minds great and just offence ...
... kind as any in our language . Dr. Johnson was confeffedly a man of great geni- us ; but the partial and uncandid mode of criticism he has adopted in his remarks on the writings of Gray , has given to liberal minds great and just offence ...
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... kind , The figh of forrow , and the streaming tears , Refistless all , their various pow'r combin'd . In her fair hand a filver harp she bore , Whose magic notes , foft warbling from the string , Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er knew ...
... kind , The figh of forrow , and the streaming tears , Refistless all , their various pow'r combin'd . In her fair hand a filver harp she bore , Whose magic notes , foft warbling from the string , Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er knew ...
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... kind , To fnatch on high to yonder sky The child of Fancy left behind ; Forgot the woes of Cambria's fatal day , 63 By rapture's blaze impell'd , they fwell the artlefs lay . But ah ! in vain they strive to footh * With gentle arts the ...
... kind , To fnatch on high to yonder sky The child of Fancy left behind ; Forgot the woes of Cambria's fatal day , 63 By rapture's blaze impell'd , they fwell the artlefs lay . But ah ! in vain they strive to footh * With gentle arts the ...
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... kind reply , Poor Moralift ! and what art thou ? " A folitary fly ! 25 30 35 . 40 * Nare per ¿ftatem liquidam . Virg . Georg . lib . 4 . + -fporting with quick glance , Shew to the fun their way'd coats dropt with gold . Milton's ...
... kind reply , Poor Moralift ! and what art thou ? " A folitary fly ! 25 30 35 . 40 * Nare per ¿ftatem liquidam . Virg . Georg . lib . 4 . + -fporting with quick glance , Shew to the fun their way'd coats dropt with gold . Milton's ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 78 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.