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L For graver strains prepare the plaintive lyre , That wakes the softest feelings of
the soul ; Let lonely grief the melting verse inspire , Let deep ' ning forrow ' s
solemn accents roll . Rack ' d by the hand of rude disease , Behold our fav ' rite
poet ...
L For graver strains prepare the plaintive lyre , That wakes the softest feelings of
the soul ; Let lonely grief the melting verse inspire , Let deep ' ning forrow ' s
solemn accents roll . Rack ' d by the hand of rude disease , Behold our fav ' rite
poet ...
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Thomas Gray. 126 . . > ( Ind with a Masteri Hand , and iPropheti Jure , Struck the
deep Sorrows of hos Peppet . LONG STORY . IN Britain ' s isle , no.
Thomas Gray. 126 . . > ( Ind with a Masteri Hand , and iPropheti Jure , Struck the
deep Sorrows of hos Peppet . LONG STORY . IN Britain ' s isle , no.
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Now the rich stream of music winds along , Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong ,
Tho ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign : Now rowling down the steep
amain , Headlong , impetuous , sce it pour : The rocks and nodding groves
rebellow ...
Now the rich stream of music winds along , Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong ,
Tho ' verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign : Now rowling down the steep
amain , Headlong , impetuous , sce it pour : The rocks and nodding groves
rebellow ...
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Woods that wave o ' er Delphi ' s steep , Illes , that crown th ' Egean deep , Fields ,
that cool Iliffus laves , Or where Mæander ' s amber waves In lingering lab ' rinths
creep , How do your tuneful echoes languish , Mute , but to the voice of ...
Woods that wave o ' er Delphi ' s steep , Illes , that crown th ' Egean deep , Fields ,
that cool Iliffus laves , Or where Mæander ' s amber waves In lingering lab ' rinths
creep , How do your tuneful echoes languish , Mute , but to the voice of ...
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tis heard no more Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring spirit Wakes thee now ? tho he
inherit Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , * That the Theban Eagle bear , Sailing
with fupreme dominion Through the azure deep of air : lor azul * Words that weep
...
tis heard no more Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring spirit Wakes thee now ? tho he
inherit Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , * That the Theban Eagle bear , Sailing
with fupreme dominion Through the azure deep of air : lor azul * Words that weep
...
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46 ページ - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
93 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.
147 ページ - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
149 ページ - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
61 ページ - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
155 ページ - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
104 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.
156 ページ - 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...
148 ページ - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
138 ページ - OWEN's praise demands my song, OWEN swift, and OWEN strong; Fairest flower of Roderic's stem, * Gwyneth's shield, and Britain's gem. He nor heaps his brooded stores, Nor on all profusely pours; Lord of every regal art, Liberal hand, and open heart. Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay * Lochlin plows...
書誌情報
| 書籍名 | Poems |
| 著者 | Thomas Gray |
| 出版社 | J. Murray, 1778 |
| 書籍の提供元 | ニューヨーク公共図書館 |
| デジタル化された日 | 2006年12月2日 |
| ページ数 | 158 ページ |
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