The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray LL.B., Late Professor of Modern Languages in the University of Cambridge: With Some Account of His Life and Writings; the Whole Carefully Revised; and Illustrated by Notes, Original and Selected; to which are Annexed, Poems Written By, Addressed To, Or in Memory of Mr. Gray; Several of which Were Never Before CollectedJ. Scatcherd, 1799 - 186 pages |
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... pains with both , and left a tter fit for the press . His design of e public with the history of English be spoken of with more certainty , as not only engaged with Mr. Mason as but actually paraphrased the Norse poems inserted in his ...
... pains with both , and left a tter fit for the press . His design of e public with the history of English be spoken of with more certainty , as not only engaged with Mr. Mason as but actually paraphrased the Norse poems inserted in his ...
Page xlvi
... pains nemorial but a few poems ? But let red , that Mr. Gray was to others , at itly employed ; to himself , certainly His time passed agreeably ; he was king some new acquisition in science ; of a wise knowledge , and the e wherein God ...
... pains nemorial but a few poems ? But let red , that Mr. Gray was to others , at itly employed ; to himself , certainly His time passed agreeably ; he was king some new acquisition in science ; of a wise knowledge , and the e wherein God ...
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... pain , Ch ' unfeeling for his own . ah ! why should they know their fate , ce sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies ? Ought would destroy their paradise . more ; where ignorance is bliss , Tis folly to be wise ...
... pain , Ch ' unfeeling for his own . ah ! why should they know their fate , ce sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies ? Ought would destroy their paradise . more ; where ignorance is bliss , Tis folly to be wise ...
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... scourge and tort'ring hour e bad affright , afflict the best ! in thy adamantine chain , roud are taught to taste of pain , urple tyrants vainly groan ngs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . In patience many a What sorrow was , tho from.
... scourge and tort'ring hour e bad affright , afflict the best ! in thy adamantine chain , roud are taught to taste of pain , urple tyrants vainly groan ngs unfelt before , unpitied and alone . In patience many a What sorrow was , tho from.
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... pain . the bright reward we gain ? ateful memory of the Good . Is the breath of vernal shower , ee's collected treasures sweet , music's melting fall , but sweeter yet ill small voice of Gratitude . " RECITATIVE . nd leaning from her ...
... pain . the bright reward we gain ? ateful memory of the Good . Is the breath of vernal shower , ee's collected treasures sweet , music's melting fall , but sweeter yet ill small voice of Gratitude . " RECITATIVE . nd leaning from her ...
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Page 80 - 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.
Page 79 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 90 - 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 83 - Th' applause of list'ning 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...
Page 89 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Page 80 - 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.
Page 7 - 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?
Page 84 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 86 - 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...
Page 85 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.