The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: Ed. with a LifeLittle, Brown & Company, 1862 - 223 pages |
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Page lvii
... fire in Milton's strains , A Pindar's rapture in the lyre of Gray . ” See Mason's Works , vol . i . p . 141. On Penn's Cenotaph to Gray , see Repton's Inquiry into the Changes of Taste in Land- scape Gardening , p . 71 ; see Roberts's ...
... fire in Milton's strains , A Pindar's rapture in the lyre of Gray . ” See Mason's Works , vol . i . p . 141. On Penn's Cenotaph to Gray , see Repton's Inquiry into the Changes of Taste in Land- scape Gardening , p . 71 ; see Roberts's ...
Page lxvi
... fire in the Hall , the offensive gentleman , who was then curate of Newmarket , thus addressed the celebrated poet : ' Mr. Gray , I have just rode from Newmarket , and never was so cut in my life , the north - west wind was full in my ...
... fire in the Hall , the offensive gentleman , who was then curate of Newmarket , thus addressed the celebrated poet : ' Mr. Gray , I have just rode from Newmarket , and never was so cut in my life , the north - west wind was full in my ...
Page c
... fire in Cornhill ; so that Mr. Gray , many years ago , sunk a good part of what was left , and purchased an annuity , in order to have a fuller income . I have often seen at his chambers , in his ink - stand , a neat pyramidal ...
... fire in Cornhill ; so that Mr. Gray , many years ago , sunk a good part of what was left , and purchased an annuity , in order to have a fuller income . I have often seen at his chambers , in his ink - stand , a neat pyramidal ...
Page cvii
... fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd , ' & c . Incorrect in the syntax : --Some hands is laid . ' • Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd . ' The rod of empire ' is rather a semi - burlesque expression , than a ...
... fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd , ' & c . Incorrect in the syntax : --Some hands is laid . ' • Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd . ' The rod of empire ' is rather a semi - burlesque expression , than a ...
Page cix
... fires . ' • • Pious drops ' is from Ovid - ' piæ lacrymæ ; ' ' Closing eye , ' is from Pope's Elegy ; Voice of Nature , ' from the Antho- logia ; and the last line from Chaucer • Yet in our ashes cold is fire yreken . ' From so many ...
... fires . ' • • Pious drops ' is from Ovid - ' piæ lacrymæ ; ' ' Closing eye , ' is from Pope's Elegy ; Voice of Nature , ' from the Antho- logia ; and the last line from Chaucer • Yet in our ashes cold is fire yreken . ' From so many ...
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Page 34 - 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 49 - 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 havock urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 46 - 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...
Page cviii - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 63 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Page 156 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend ' to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit ; For a patriot, too cool; for a drudge, disobedient, And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Page 124 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 30 - To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 98 - 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 bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!