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When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , defign ' d To thee he
gave the heavenly birth , And bade to form her infant mind . Stern rugged nurse !
thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was , thou bad ...
When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue , his darling child , defign ' d To thee he
gave the heavenly birth , And bade to form her infant mind . Stern rugged nurse !
thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was , thou bad ...
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I . 3 . of Thee the voice , the dance obey , Temper ' d to thy warbled lay . O ' er
Idalia ' s velvet - green The rosy - crowned loves are seen On Cytherea ' s day en
With antic Sports , and blue - ey ' d. * This is a weak imitation of some beautiful ...
I . 3 . of Thee the voice , the dance obey , Temper ' d to thy warbled lay . O ' er
Idalia ' s velvet - green The rosy - crowned loves are seen On Cytherea ' s day en
With antic Sports , and blue - ey ' d. * This is a weak imitation of some beautiful ...
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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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Thomas Gray. THE B A B D . A PINDARIC OD E . I . 1 . RUIN seize thee , ruthless
King . Confusion on thy banners wait ; s Tho ' fann ' d by Conquest ' s crimson
wing , 5 * They mock the air with idle state ! • Helm , nor * Hauberk ' s twisted mail.
Thomas Gray. THE B A B D . A PINDARIC OD E . I . 1 . RUIN seize thee , ruthless
King . Confusion on thy banners wait ; s Tho ' fann ' d by Conquest ' s crimson
wing , 5 * They mock the air with idle state ! • Helm , nor * Hauberk ' s twisted mail.
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O ' er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , « Revenge on thee in
hoarser murmurs breathe ; « Vocal no more , fince Cambria ' s fatal day , • To
high - born Hoel ' s harp , or soft Llewellyn ' s lay . . 1 . 3 . Cold is Cadwallo ' s
tongue ...
O ' er thee , oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , « Revenge on thee in
hoarser murmurs breathe ; « Vocal no more , fince Cambria ' s fatal day , • To
high - born Hoel ' s harp , or soft Llewellyn ' s lay . . 1 . 3 . Cold is Cadwallo ' s
tongue ...
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ユーザー レビュー - jon1lambert - LibraryThingI 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
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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...