The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayJohn Sharpe, 1821 - 134 ページ |
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... Quæ solio affixit , vetuitque calescere flammâ Dulci , quæ dono divûm , gratissima serpit Viscera per , mollesque animis lene implicat æstus ; Nec teneros sensus , Veneris nec præmia nôrunt , Eloquiumve oculi , aut facunda silentia ...
... Quæ solio affixit , vetuitque calescere flammâ Dulci , quæ dono divûm , gratissima serpit Viscera per , mollesque animis lene implicat æstus ; Nec teneros sensus , Veneris nec præmia nôrunt , Eloquiumve oculi , aut facunda silentia ...
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... quæ gaudia surgunt , Audiit ut primæ nascentia murmura linguæ , Luctari in vitam , et paulatim volvere ocellos Sedulus , aspexitque novâ splendescere flammâ ; Corripit amplexu vivam , jamque oscula jungit Acria confestim , recipitque ...
... quæ gaudia surgunt , Audiit ut primæ nascentia murmura linguæ , Luctari in vitam , et paulatim volvere ocellos Sedulus , aspexitque novâ splendescere flammâ ; Corripit amplexu vivam , jamque oscula jungit Acria confestim , recipitque ...
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... Quæ nascenti aderat ; seu fortè bituminis atri Defluxere olìm rivi , atque effoeta lacuna Pabula sufficere ardori , viresque recusat ; Sive in visceribus meditans incendia jam nunc ( Horrendum ) arcanis glomerat genti esse futuræ Exitio ...
... Quæ nascenti aderat ; seu fortè bituminis atri Defluxere olìm rivi , atque effoeta lacuna Pabula sufficere ardori , viresque recusat ; Sive in visceribus meditans incendia jam nunc ( Horrendum ) arcanis glomerat genti esse futuræ Exitio ...
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... quæ , maculis variata nitentibus , auro Coerula discernunt , celso sese insula dorso Plurima protrudit , prætentaque littora saxis ; Liberior datur his quoniàm natura , minusque Lumen depascunt liquidum ; sed tela diei Detorquent ...
... quæ , maculis variata nitentibus , auro Coerula discernunt , celso sese insula dorso Plurima protrudit , prætentaque littora saxis ; Liberior datur his quoniàm natura , minusque Lumen depascunt liquidum ; sed tela diei Detorquent ...
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... quæ pelagi jamdudum torquet habenas , Exercetque frequens ventos , atque imperat undæ ; Aëris attollet fasces , veteresque triumphos Hùc etiam feret , et victis dominabitur auris . PART OF AN HEROIC EPISTLE , FROM SOPHONISBA TO ...
... quæ pelagi jamdudum torquet habenas , Exercetque frequens ventos , atque imperat undæ ; Aëris attollet fasces , veteresque triumphos Hùc etiam feret , et victis dominabitur auris . PART OF AN HEROIC EPISTLE , FROM SOPHONISBA TO ...
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18 ページ - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
19 ページ - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
3 ページ - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
51 ページ - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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 thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
50 ページ - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
17 ページ - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 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...
49 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. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
52 ページ - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
50 ページ - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
4 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 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!