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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That spirit of lyrical ino spiration which they breathe ; that divine glow “ of pathos ,
which at the same time melts and in“ flames the reader , cannot operate with their
full “ effect , but on a congenial soul , attuned to the “ bold vibrations of ...
That spirit of lyrical ino spiration which they breathe ; that divine glow “ of pathos ,
which at the same time melts and in“ flames the reader , cannot operate with their
full “ effect , but on a congenial soul , attuned to the “ bold vibrations of ...
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... 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 [ 42 ] .
... 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 [ 42 ] .
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Sudden the yawning Earth discloses wide Her dreadful jaws ; forth - issuing in a
tide , Black pitchy clouds with bursting flames conspire To whelm the landscape
in a flood of fire . The beasts are fled : along the pathless waste The frighted ...
Sudden the yawning Earth discloses wide Her dreadful jaws ; forth - issuing in a
tide , Black pitchy clouds with bursting flames conspire To whelm the landscape
in a flood of fire . The beasts are fled : along the pathless waste The frighted ...
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But dreadful gleams reflected from the main , The earth beneath with flames of
sulphur torn , And fiery stones in whirling eddies borne . The storms at length
subside , the flames decay , And op ' ning Heav ' n restores the face of day :
When , lo ...
But dreadful gleams reflected from the main , The earth beneath with flames of
sulphur torn , And fiery stones in whirling eddies borne . The storms at length
subside , the flames decay , And op ' ning Heav ' n restores the face of day :
When , lo ...
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And thou , sage Priestess [ 62 ] of our holy fire , “ Who saw ' st the Poet ' s flame
expire , “ Thy precious drops profusely shed “ O ' er his well - deserving head . “
Thou nurtur ' dst once a grateful throng , “ When Milton pour ' d the sweets of song
...
And thou , sage Priestess [ 62 ] of our holy fire , “ Who saw ' st the Poet ' s flame
expire , “ Thy precious drops profusely shed “ O ' er his well - deserving head . “
Thou nurtur ' dst once a grateful throng , “ When Milton pour ' d the sweets of song
...
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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!