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... final , for instance , in that most famous line of the Elegy — The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Many other axiomatic truths are voiced by Gray with an intuition and a decision as convincing as a sentence from the liturgy ...
... final , for instance , in that most famous line of the Elegy — The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Many other axiomatic truths are voiced by Gray with an intuition and a decision as convincing as a sentence from the liturgy ...
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... final line of each stanza . This fortunate choice at once stamps Gray as an artist in the realm of poetry . 7 purple tyrants : tyrants clothed in royal purple . 30-32 Supply the predicate for Charity and Pity . 33 thy suppliant : the ...
... final line of each stanza . This fortunate choice at once stamps Gray as an artist in the realm of poetry . 7 purple tyrants : tyrants clothed in royal purple . 30-32 Supply the predicate for Charity and Pity . 33 thy suppliant : the ...
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... final insanity . But he remembered that it was his distress that brought her low . The poem is full of passionate regret , tempered with a warm appreciation for the association of the past . LINE THE CASTAWAY The Castaway , written in ...
... final insanity . But he remembered that it was his distress that brought her low . The poem is full of passionate regret , tempered with a warm appreciation for the association of the past . LINE THE CASTAWAY The Castaway , written in ...
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... final defeat the next year at Culloden , near Inverness . It was this campaign which inspired those Jacob- ite songs , Who'll be King but Charlie ? and Over the water to Charlie . - 1 Inverness : The famous castle of Inverness ...
... final defeat the next year at Culloden , near Inverness . It was this campaign which inspired those Jacob- ite songs , Who'll be King but Charlie ? and Over the water to Charlie . - 1 Inverness : The famous castle of Inverness ...
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Aeolian lyre Alexander ALEXANDER SELKIRK Alexander's Feast antistrophe apodosis baith bard beneath blaw bonnie Lesley breathe Burns Burns's Cecilia Cecilia's Day charm Collins Cowper Cromwell dear death Dryden Edward Edward III Eleanor of Castile Elegy Epode Eton ETON COLLEGE eyes Fair Lesley fate favorite flowers goddess Gray's harmony heart Heaven heroic couplet Highland Mary Horace Walpole hour Jean John Anderson Jove Julius Cæsar Kempenfelt King lassie LINE lived Luve LUVE'S lyre LYRICS Mary Morison melancholy meter mind mood Muse ne'er numbers o'er passage passion phrase Pindar pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry praise Progress of Poesy purple reader Richard Kempenfelt shade sigh'd simplicity sing Skylark smile Song for St sorrow soul sound springs stanza Stoke Pogis Strophe sweet taste thee theme thou thought thro tone Unwin vale verse voice winds wooing o't write
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Page 64 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 37 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 64 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Page 37 - 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.
Page 13 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...
Page 24 - Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears...
Page 48 - Twelve years have elapsed since I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his...
Page 38 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 7 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Page 17 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.