The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayBenjamin Johnson, Jacob Johnson, & Robert Johnson, 1804 - 207 pages |
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... , not to wound my heart . The gen'rous spark extinct revive , Teach me to love , and to forgive , Exact my own defects to scan , What others are to feel , and know myself a man . THE PROGRESS OF POESY . A PINDARIC ODE . [ 46 ODES .
... , not to wound my heart . The gen'rous spark extinct revive , Teach me to love , and to forgive , Exact my own defects to scan , What others are to feel , and know myself a man . THE PROGRESS OF POESY . A PINDARIC ODE . [ 46 ODES .
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Thomas Gray. THE PROGRESS OF POESY . A PINDARIC ODE . [ This highly - finished Ode describes the power and in- fluence as well as the progress of Poetry . ] I. 1 . AWAKE , Ćolian lyre , awake , h And give to rapture all thy trembling ...
Thomas Gray. THE PROGRESS OF POESY . A PINDARIC ODE . [ This highly - finished Ode describes the power and in- fluence as well as the progress of Poetry . ] I. 1 . AWAKE , Ćolian lyre , awake , h And give to rapture all thy trembling ...
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... thousand little bodies or images in the world , and “ similitudesamong them , unseen to common eyes , and " which could not be discovered without the rays of " that sun . ” THE BARD . A PINDARIC ODE . [ 11 ] 58 ODES .
... thousand little bodies or images in the world , and “ similitudesamong them , unseen to common eyes , and " which could not be discovered without the rays of " that sun . ” THE BARD . A PINDARIC ODE . [ 11 ] 58 ODES .
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Thomas Gray. THE BARD . A PINDARIC ODE . [ 11 ] [ This Ode is founded on a Tradition current in Wales , that Edward the First , when he completed the con- quest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put ...
Thomas Gray. THE BARD . A PINDARIC ODE . [ 11 ] [ This Ode is founded on a Tradition current in Wales , that Edward the First , when he completed the con- quest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put ...
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... Pindaric Ode . And see the furies through the fiery air O'er Cambria's IN MEMORY OF GRAY . 183.
... Pindaric Ode . And see the furies through the fiery air O'er Cambria's IN MEMORY OF GRAY . 183.
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Page 120 - 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 crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Page 117 - 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?
Page 34 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter thro...
Page 119 - 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 113 - 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.
Page 39 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 44 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue, his darling child, design'd, To thee he gave the heavenly birth And bade to form her infant mind.
Page 48 - Awake, ^Eolian 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. Thro
Page 66 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year and mark the night When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death thro...
Page 67 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.