Elegy Written in a Country Church-yard and Other Poems |
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Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectręs wan , and birds of boding cry , o He
gives to range the dreary sky ; Till down the eastern cliffs afaro . Hyperion's o
march they spy , and glittering shafts of war . 50 II . 2 56 In climes beyond the
solar ...
Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectręs wan , and birds of boding cry , o He
gives to range the dreary sky ; Till down the eastern cliffs afaro . Hyperion's o
march they spy , and glittering shafts of war . 50 II . 2 56 In climes beyond the
solar ...
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Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around : Every shade and
hallowed fountain Murmured deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , ° in
Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnassuso for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn
the ...
Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around : Every shade and
hallowed fountain Murmured deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , ° in
Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnassuso for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn
the ...
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Till full before his fearless eyes The portals nine of hell arise . 10 15 o 20 Right
against the eastern gate , o By the moss - grown pile he sate ; Where long of yore
to sleep was laid The dust of the prophetic maid . Facing to the northern clime ...
Till full before his fearless eyes The portals nine of hell arise . 10 15 o 20 Right
against the eastern gate , o By the moss - grown pile he sate ; Where long of yore
to sleep was laid The dust of the prophetic maid . Facing to the northern clime ...
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25 Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breathed a sullen sound .
PROPHETESS 30 What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet
of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms
of night ?
25 Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breathed a sullen sound .
PROPHETESS 30 What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet
of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms
of night ?
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Thomas Gray Josiah Hamilton Castleman. Nor wash his visage in the stream ,
Nor see the sun's departing beam , Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile , Flaming
on the funeral pile . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose .
Thomas Gray Josiah Hamilton Castleman. Nor wash his visage in the stream ,
Nor see the sun's departing beam , Till he on Hoder's corse shall smile , Flaming
on the funeral pile . Now my weary lips I close : Leave me , leave me to repose .
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| Название | Elegy Written in a Country Church-yard and Other Poems Macmillian's pocket American and English classics |
| Автор | Thomas Gray |
| Редактор | Josiah Hamilton Castleman |
| Издатель | Macmillan Company, 1909 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Гарвардский университет |
| Оцифровано | 22 янв 2019 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 268 |
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