The Poems of Thomas Gray: Embellished with Engravings from the Designs of Richd. Westall |
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With arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way
: O'er her warm chcek , and rising bosom , move The bloom of young Desire and
purple light of Love . II . 1 . $ Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour , and ...
With arms sublime , that float upon the air , In gliding state she wins her easy way
: O'er her warm chcek , and rising bosom , move The bloom of young Desire and
purple light of Love . II . 1 . $ Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour , and ...
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What time , where lucid Avon stray'd , To him the mighty mother did unveil Her
awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and smil'd . a This
pencil take ( she said ) , whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine
too ...
What time , where lucid Avon stray'd , To him the mighty mother did unveil Her
awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and smil'd . a This
pencil take ( she said ) , whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine
too ...
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Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : “ To arms ! ” cried Mortimer ,
and couch'd his quiv'ring lance . I. 2 . On a rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'
er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe , With haggard ...
Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : “ To arms ! ” cried Mortimer ,
and couch'd his quiv'ring lance . I. 2 . On a rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'
er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe , With haggard ...
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Great Edward , with the lillies on his brow ] Edward the Third , who added the
fleur de lys of France to the arms of England . He founded Trinity College . Ver .
41. And sad Chatillon , on her bridal morn ] Mary de Valentia , countess of
Pembroke ...
Great Edward , with the lillies on his brow ] Edward the Third , who added the
fleur de lys of France to the arms of England . He founded Trinity College . Ver .
41. And sad Chatillon , on her bridal morn ] Mary de Valentia , countess of
Pembroke ...
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His vigorous arm he tried before he flung , Braced all his nerves , and every
sinew strung , Then , with a tempest's whirl , and wary eye , Pursued his cast ,
and hurl'd the orb on high ; The orb on high tenacious of its course , True to the
mighty ...
His vigorous arm he tried before he flung , Braced all his nerves , and every
sinew strung , Then , with a tempest's whirl , and wary eye , Pursued his cast ,
and hurl'd the orb on high ; The orb on high tenacious of its course , True to the
mighty ...
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Стр. 6 - 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?
Стр. 5 - expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.
Стр. 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Стр. 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Стр. 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Стр. 51 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind 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...
Стр. 12 - 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, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Стр. 52 - 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 the' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 19 - Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : ' To arms ! ' cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance.
Стр. 55 - 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.
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| Название | The Poems of Thomas Gray: Embellished with Engravings from the Designs of Richd. Westall |
| Автор | Thomas Gray |
| Издатель | J. Sharpe, 1821 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Нью-Йоркская публичная библиотека |
| Оцифровано | 8 мар 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 134 |
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