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The blissful muse , whose favouring smile So lately warm ' d his peaceful breast ,
Diffusing heavenly joys the while , In transport ' s radiant garments drest , With
darksome grandeur and enfeeblid blaze , Sinks in the shades of night , and
... How indigent the great ! Still is the toiling hand of Care ; The panting. a bank O '
er - canopied with luscious woodbine . Shakesp . Midf . Night ' s Dream . * And
Madness laughing in his ireful mood . Dryden Still 44 . ODE ON THE SPRING .
... Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine
of the breast : Theirs buxom Health of rosy hue , Wild wit , Invention ever - new ,
And lively Cheer of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits
... The Court was fat , the Qulprit there , Forth from their gloomy manfions
creeping The Lady Janes and Joans repair , And from the gallery stand peeping :
3 Such as in filence of the night Come ( sweep ) along fome winding entry / *
Styack has ...
Night , and all her fickly dews , Her spectres wan , and birds of boding cry , ' He
gives to range the dreary sky : uju Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion ' s
march they spy , and glittring car - - II . 2 . * In climes beyond. Thafts of war .
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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