The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayE. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 112 ページ |
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... Hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose the long - expecting flowers , And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat , Responsive to the cuckoo's note , The untaught harmony of spring : While , whispering pleasure ...
... Hours , Fair Venus ' train , appear , Disclose the long - expecting flowers , And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat , Responsive to the cuckoo's note , The untaught harmony of spring : While , whispering pleasure ...
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... hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign , And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind , They hear a voice in every wind , And snatch a ...
... hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty : Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign , And unknown regions dare descry : Still as they run they look behind , They hear a voice in every wind , And snatch a ...
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... hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thine adamantine chain , The proud are taught to taste of pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . When first thy sire to send on earth ...
... hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thine adamantine chain , The proud are taught to taste of pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . When first thy sire to send on earth ...
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... but to the voice of anguish ! Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , THE PROGRESS OF POESY . 23 23.
... but to the voice of anguish ! Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , THE PROGRESS OF POESY . 23 23.
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Thomas Gray. Till the sad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They ...
Thomas Gray. Till the sad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit lost , They ...
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ACER adeo AGRIP AGRIPPINA altæ ANICETUS atque bade bard beneath blood blush breast breath brood brow COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dauntless death decus deep divine dread drest Eirin ELEGY envied eyes fame fate fears fierce fire flame flood flowers gale glittering glow golden grace hæc hand Hark Haud head heart heaven heraldry Hinc honour horrors hurl'd Jove king lance lyre Mentis Metus Mnemosyne morn Muse Naturæ night nodding o'er ODIN pain pectore penetralia Pindaric pleasure pride PRIMUS PROPERTIUS PROPHETESS quà quæ Quod race reign repose rerum rise roar round SCHMOLZE shade sigh sight skies slumbers smile soft solemn soul stanza sweet tactus tardy tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou tibi toil TOPHET train trembling triumph Tuque Twas Twitcher vale voice warbles warm waves Weave weep whence wings woodlark youth
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57 ページ - The 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...
12 ページ - Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared : The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes — She saw ; and purr'd applause.
52 ページ - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! 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 Awaits alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
29 ページ - Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies! Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn.
27 ページ - 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...
28 ページ - 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 grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
16 ページ - 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...
24 ページ - 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.
26 ページ - 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!
52 ページ - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.