The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayE. H. Butler & Company, 1866 - 112 pages |
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... painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone- We frolic while ' tis May . ODE II . ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT . DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES . ' TWAS on a lofty vase's side ...
... painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set , thy spring is gone- We frolic while ' tis May . ODE II . ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT . DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES . ' TWAS on a lofty vase's side ...
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... 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 . " III . 2 . Nor second He , that rode sublime ...
... 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 . " III . 2 . Nor second He , that rode sublime ...
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... hue , Mad Sedition's cry profane , Servitude that hugs her chain , Nor in these consecrated bowers , Let painted Flattery hide her serpent - train in flowers . Nor Envy base , nor creeping Gain , Dare the 32 22 GRAY'S POETICAL WORKS .
... hue , Mad Sedition's cry profane , Servitude that hugs her chain , Nor in these consecrated bowers , Let painted Flattery hide her serpent - train in flowers . Nor Envy base , nor creeping Gain , Dare the 32 22 GRAY'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... paint it well ) ' twill profit you , And please the stripling . Yet ' twould dash his joy To hear the spirit of Britannicus Yet walks on earth : at least there are who know Without a spell to raise , and bid it fire A thousand haughty ...
... paint it well ) ' twill profit you , And please the stripling . Yet ' twould dash his joy To hear the spirit of Britannicus Yet walks on earth : at least there are who know Without a spell to raise , and bid it fire A thousand haughty ...
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... painted Jove , and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt ; while he stood trembling , Scared at the sound , and dazzled with its brightness ? ' Tis like , thou hast forgot , when yet a stranger To adoration , to the grateful ...
... painted Jove , and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt ; while he stood trembling , Scared at the sound , and dazzled with its brightness ? ' Tis like , thou hast forgot , when yet a stranger To adoration , to the grateful ...
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ACER adeo AGRIP AGRIPPINA altæ ANICETUS atque bade bard beneath blood blush breast breath brood brow COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dauntless death decus deep divine dread drest Eirin ELEGY envied eyes fame fate fears fierce fire flame flood flowers gale glittering glow golden grace hæc hand Hark Haud head heart heaven heraldry Hinc honour horrors hurl'd Jove king lance lyre Mentis Metus Mnemosyne morn Muse Naturæ night nodding o'er ODIN pain pectore penetralia Pindaric pleasure pride PRIMUS PROPERTIUS PROPHETESS quà quæ Quod race reign repose rerum rise roar round SCHMOLZE shade sigh sight skies slumbers smile soft solemn soul stanza sweet tactus tardy tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou tibi toil TOPHET train trembling triumph Tuque Twas Twitcher vale voice warbles warm waves Weave weep whence wings woodlark youth
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Page 57 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 12 - Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared : The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes — She saw ; and purr'd applause.
Page 52 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Awaits alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 29 - Mighty victor, mighty lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies! Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone; he rests among the dead. The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn.
Page 27 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Page 28 - 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.
Page 16 - 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...
Page 24 - 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.
Page 26 - Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array: Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance; 'To arms!
Page 52 - 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.