The Poetical Works: Of Thomas Gray, ... with Some Account of His Life and Writings. The Whole Carefully Revised; and Illustrated by Notes. To which are Annexed, Poems Addressed To, and in Memory Of, Mr. Gray; ... |
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From this splenetic effusion I turn with pleasure to the more just remarks of Mr .
Gilbert Wakefield , who says of Mr . Gray ' s Pindaric Odes , that “ They have a
much greater resemblance to the “ Odes of the Theban bard than any thing of the
...
From this splenetic effusion I turn with pleasure to the more just remarks of Mr .
Gilbert Wakefield , who says of Mr . Gray ' s Pindaric Odes , that “ They have a
much greater resemblance to the “ Odes of the Theban bard than any thing of the
...
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To which are Annexed, Poems Addressed To, and in Memory Of, Mr. Gray; ...
Thomas Gray. THE PROGRESS OF POESY . A PINDARIC ODE . Φωγαντα
συνετοίσιν ' ές Δε το σαν ερμηνέων Xarilet PINDAR , Olymp . II . [ This highly -
finished Ode ...
To which are Annexed, Poems Addressed To, and in Memory Of, Mr. Gray; ...
Thomas Gray. THE PROGRESS OF POESY . A PINDARIC ODE . Φωγαντα
συνετοίσιν ' ές Δε το σαν ερμηνέων Xarilet PINDAR , Olymp . II . [ This highly -
finished Ode ...
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... When Bacchus leads the madd ' ning train , His bosom glowing with celestial
fire , To harmony he struck the golden lyre ; [ 57 ] The Bard , a Pindaric Ode . ( 58
] The Progress of Poetry , a Pindaric Ode . To harmony each hill and valley rung !
... When Bacchus leads the madd ' ning train , His bosom glowing with celestial
fire , To harmony he struck the golden lyre ; [ 57 ] The Bard , a Pindaric Ode . ( 58
] The Progress of Poetry , a Pindaric Ode . To harmony each hill and valley rung !
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... an urn ; a lyre over the entrance with the motto from Pindar , which Mr . Gray
had prefixt to his Odes , OSUNANTA ETNETOISI . and under it , on a tablet , this
stanza , taken from the first edition of his Elegy written in a Country Church - yard
.
... an urn ; a lyre over the entrance with the motto from Pindar , which Mr . Gray
had prefixt to his Odes , OSUNANTA ETNETOISI . and under it , on a tablet , this
stanza , taken from the first edition of his Elegy written in a Country Church - yard
.
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Far other modes were thine , “ Victim of hasty fate , “ Whom now the powers of
melody deplore ; “ Whether in lofty state [ 64 ] “ Thou bad ' st thy train divine “ Of
raptures on Pindaric pinions soar : “ Or hoping from thyself to fly “ To childhood ' s
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Far other modes were thine , “ Victim of hasty fate , “ Whom now the powers of
melody deplore ; “ Whether in lofty state [ 64 ] “ Thou bad ' st thy train divine “ Of
raptures on Pindaric pinions soar : “ Or hoping from thyself to fly “ To childhood ' s
...
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Página 88 - 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 ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure.
Página 92 - Th' 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...
Página 93 - 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?
Página 11 - 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 ? The captive linnet which enthrall?
Página 95 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 28 - 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.
Página 89 - 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 Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 89 - 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.
Página 21 - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres...
Página 13 - 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!