The Poems of Thomas Gray: Embellished with Engravings from the Designs of Richd. Westall |
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Стр. 26
Fond impious man , think'st thou yon sanguine cloud , Rais'd by thy breath , has
quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms
the nations with redoubled ray . Enough for me : with joy I see The diff'rent doom
...
Fond impious man , think'st thou yon sanguine cloud , Rais'd by thy breath , has
quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms
the nations with redoubled ray . Enough for me : with joy I see The diff'rent doom
...
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... Hasty , hasty , rout is there , Marking with indignant eye Fear to stop , and
shame to fly . There confusion , terror's child , Conflict fierce , and ruin wild ,
Agony , that pants for breath , Despair and honourable death . THE DEATH OF
HOEL .
... Hasty , hasty , rout is there , Marking with indignant eye Fear to stop , and
shame to fly . There confusion , terror's child , Conflict fierce , and ruin wild ,
Agony , that pants for breath , Despair and honourable death . THE DEATH OF
HOEL .
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The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The swallow twittring from the straw
- built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse
them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or ...
The breezy call of incense - breathing morn , The swallow twittring from the straw
- built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse
them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or ...
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But chiefly thee , whose influence breath'd from high Augments the native
darkness of the sky ; Ah , ignorance ! soft salutary power ! Prostrate with filial
reverence I adore . Thrice hath Hyperion roll'd his annual race , Since weeping I
forsook thy ...
But chiefly thee , whose influence breath'd from high Augments the native
darkness of the sky ; Ah , ignorance ! soft salutary power ! Prostrate with filial
reverence I adore . Thrice hath Hyperion roll'd his annual race , Since weeping I
forsook thy ...
Стр. 93
Oft o'er the trembling nations from afar Has Scythia breath'd the living cloud of
war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings ,
their gods were roll'd away . As oft bave issued , host impelling host , The blue -
ey'd ...
Oft o'er the trembling nations from afar Has Scythia breath'd the living cloud of
war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings ,
their gods were roll'd away . As oft bave issued , host impelling host , The blue -
ey'd ...
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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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