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Thus fades the flow ' r nip ' d by the frozen gale , Tho ' once so sweet , so lovely to
the eye : Thus the tall oaks , when boist ' rous storms assail , Torn from the earth ,
a mighty ruin lye . Ye sacred sisters of the plaintive verse , Now let the stream ...
Far from the sun and summer - gale , In thy green lap was Nature ' s darling * laid
, What time , where lucid Avon stray ' d , To him the mighty mother did unveil Her
awful face : the dauntless child Stretch ' d forth his little arms , and smil ' d .
... Edward the Second , cruelly butchered in Berkley castle . + Isabel of France ,
Edward the Second ' s adulterous Queen . Triumphs of Edward the Third in
France . H II . 2 . “ Mighty II . 2 . “ Mighty Vietor , mighty Lord A PINDARIC ODE .
Mighty Vietor , mighty Lord , “ Low on his funeral couch he lies * ! “ No pitying
heart , no eye , afford “ A tear to grace his obsequies . Is the fable warrior who fled
? “ Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . “ The swarm that in thy noon -
PROPHETES S . Ha ! no Traveller art thou , King of Men , I know thee now ;
Mightiest of a mighty lineODIN . No boding Maid of skill divine Art thou , nor
Prophetess of good , But mother of the giant - brood ! PROPHET ES S . . Hie thee
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I can remember my mother reciting Elegy written in a country church-yard - not all of it though. This poem seemed to mean a lot to her. She never reached the line: 'The path of glory leads but to the grave'. レビュー全文を読む