The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayAnson D. F. Randolph & Company, 1884 - 124 pages |
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... 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 . Ye towers of Julius , London's ...
... 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 . Ye towers of Julius , London's ...
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... and dauntless mien , Thy steady course of honour keep , Nor fear the rocks , nor seek the shore : The Star of Brunswick smiles serene , And gilds the horrors of the deep . " THE FATAL SISTERS . AN ODE . FROM THE NORSE 34 Gray's Poems .
... and dauntless mien , Thy steady course of honour keep , Nor fear the rocks , nor seek the shore : The Star of Brunswick smiles serene , And gilds the horrors of the deep . " THE FATAL SISTERS . AN ODE . FROM THE NORSE 34 Gray's Poems .
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... 'er shall comb his raven - hair , Nor wash his visage in the stream , Nor see the sun's departing beam , Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , 42 Gray's Poems .
... 'er shall comb his raven - hair , Nor wash his visage in the stream , Nor see the sun's departing beam , Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile Flaming on the fun'ral pile . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , 42 Gray's Poems .
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... smiles the busy race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men : The fields to all their wonted tribute bear : To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear , And weep the more ...
... smiles the busy race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men : The fields to all their wonted tribute bear : To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear , And weep the more ...
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... smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
... smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
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AGRIP Agrippina Anicetus BARD beneath breast breath brood brow Cambria's climes College dauntless death distant divine dread Duke of Grafton Earl Edda Edward Eirin Elegy Eolian EPITAPH ETON COLLEGE eyes fame fate fears fire flame flood FRAGMENT giv'n glittering glow golden golden reign grace Gray hail hand head hear heart heav'n Henry the Sixth honour Horace Walpole hurl'd John Penn Jove King lady lap was Nature's Lord Lord of War lyre Margaret of Anjou morn mother Muse Nature's Darling laid ne'er Nero night o'er ODIN Otho passion Pindar pleasure poem poet Poppaa pride PROPHETESS race reign repose round ruin shade SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS skies smile soft solemn soul spring steep sweet Taliessin tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou thro thy green lap trembling vale verse voice warblings wat'ry wave weave weep whence wing youth
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Page 26 - 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.
Page 11 - Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 54 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; y> Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
Page 57 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 2 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch a broader, browner shade, where'er the rude and moss-grown beech o'er-canopies the glade, beside some water's rushy brink with me the Muse shall sit, and think (at ease reclined in rustic state) how vain the ardour of the Crowd, how low, how little are the Proud, how indigent the Great! 298 Still is the toiling hand of Care; the panting herds repose: yet hark, how thro' the peopled air the busy murmur glows!
Page 5 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Page 5 - A fav'rite has no friend ! From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes, And heedless hearts, is lawful prize ; Nor all that glisters gold.
Page 23 - 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 Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air...
Page 59 - 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.
Page 55 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...