The Poems of Thomas Gray: Embellished with Engravings from the Designs of Richd. Westall |
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... imitated and parodied as it has been times without number , it still retains its
original power to call up those pleasing and pensive associations which the
charm of the sentiment , and the perfect grace of the versification , are adapted to
excite ...
... imitated and parodied as it has been times without number , it still retains its
original power to call up those pleasing and pensive associations which the
charm of the sentiment , and the perfect grace of the versification , are adapted to
excite ...
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Pleas'd in thy lineaments we trace A Tudor's fire , a Beaufort's grace . Thy liberal
heart , thy judging eye , The flow'r unheeded shall descry , And bid it round beav'
n's altars shed The fragrance of its blushing head : Shall raise from earth the ...
Pleas'd in thy lineaments we trace A Tudor's fire , a Beaufort's grace . Thy liberal
heart , thy judging eye , The flow'r unheeded shall descry , And bid it round beav'
n's altars shed The fragrance of its blushing head : Shall raise from earth the ...
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HERE , foremost in the dangerous paths of fame , Young Williams fought for
England's fair renown ; His mind each Muse , each Grace adorn'd his frame , :
Nor envy dar'd to view him with a frown . At Aix , his voluntary sword he drew ,
There ...
HERE , foremost in the dangerous paths of fame , Young Williams fought for
England's fair renown ; His mind each Muse , each Grace adorn'd his frame , :
Nor envy dar'd to view him with a frown . At Aix , his voluntary sword he drew ,
There ...
Стр. 72
Smiles on past misfortune's brow Soft reflection's hand can trace ; And o'er the
cheek of sorrow throw A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier
hour Or deepest shades , that dimly lower , And blacken round our weary way ,
Gilds ...
Smiles on past misfortune's brow Soft reflection's hand can trace ; And o'er the
cheek of sorrow throw A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier
hour Or deepest shades , that dimly lower , And blacken round our weary way ,
Gilds ...
Стр. 96
Ah ! could they catch his strength , his easy grace , His quick creation , his
unerring line ; The energy of Pope they might efface , And Dryden's harmony
submit to mine . But not to one in this benighted age Is that 96 Stanzas to Mr
Bentley.
Ah ! could they catch his strength , his easy grace , His quick creation , his
unerring line ; The energy of Pope they might efface , And Dryden's harmony
submit to mine . But not to one in this benighted age Is that 96 Stanzas to Mr
Bentley.
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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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