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; ... |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 5
Página 41
shame , “ With many a foul and midnight murder fed , “ Revere his Consort ' s faith
( c ) , his father ' s “ fame ( d ) , “ And spare the meek Usurper ' s holy head ( e ) .
thence we are hurried , with the wildest rapidity , into the midst of Battle ; and the
...
shame , “ With many a foul and midnight murder fed , “ Revere his Consort ' s faith
( c ) , his father ' s “ fame ( d ) , “ And spare the meek Usurper ' s holy head ( e ) .
thence we are hurried , with the wildest rapidity , into the midst of Battle ; and the
...
Página 46
... character , he has so contrived as to make vices of the worst kind , such as
cowardice , drunkenness , disho . nesty , and lewdness , not only laughable , but
almost amiable ; for with all these sins on his head , who can help liking Falstaff ?
... character , he has so contrived as to make vices of the worst kind , such as
cowardice , drunkenness , disho . nesty , and lewdness , not only laughable , but
almost amiable ; for with all these sins on his head , who can help liking Falstaff ?
Página 64
Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev ' rage of the bee ; O ' er it hangs the
shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder ' s head to death is giv ' n .
Pain can reach the Sons of Heav ' n ! Unwilling I my lips unclose : Leave me ,
leave ...
Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev ' rage of the bee ; O ' er it hangs the
shield of gold ; ' Tis the drink of Balder bold : Balder ' s head to death is giv ' n .
Pain can reach the Sons of Heav ' n ! Unwilling I my lips unclose : Leave me ,
leave ...
Página 116
It appeared in the Gentleman ' s Magazine for July , 1775 : On the fam ' d sbore
where fierce volcanos glow , And overlook the shining deeps below , Old Gaurus
rears his inauspicious head , His vines consum ' d , and all his honours fled ; So ...
It appeared in the Gentleman ' s Magazine for July , 1775 : On the fam ' d sbore
where fierce volcanos glow , And overlook the shining deeps below , Old Gaurus
rears his inauspicious head , His vines consum ' d , and all his honours fled ; So ...
Página 117
Unhappy men ! no wives ' or sires ' remains Shall greet your eyes , or mitigate
your pains ; For where your peaceful dwellings late were spread , The new - rais '
d mountain rears his ghastly head , With rocks deform ' d and hoary ashes crown
...
Unhappy men ! no wives ' or sires ' remains Shall greet your eyes , or mitigate
your pains ; For where your peaceful dwellings late were spread , The new - rais '
d mountain rears his ghastly head , With rocks deform ' d and hoary ashes crown
...
Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario
No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.
Términos y frases comunes
Agrippina appear arms atque Author Bard bear beautiful beneath breathe Cambridge death dread earth Edward eyes face fair fate fears fire flames force FRAGMENT genius give glow grace Gray Gray's hand harmony head hear heard heart hope Italy kind King late light living Lord lyre Mason means mind Morn mother Muse Nature night notes o'er Odin once original pain persons Pindar pleasure Poem Poet Poetry present printed published race reader reign rest rise round scene seen shade side sight Sisters smile soft song soul sound spirit Spring stanza strains sweet taste tear thee thou thought thro trembling verse virtue voice wing wish written youth
Pasajes populares
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!