The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 3Macmillan, 1881 |
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... 283 • · 287 · 287 The Passions Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson 289 · 292 • An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline · 294 • 300 THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring • viii CONTENTS .
... 283 • · 287 · 287 The Passions Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson 289 · 292 • An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline · 294 • 300 THOMAS GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring • viii CONTENTS .
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... GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring • · Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College Hymn to Adversity · The Progress of Poesy The Bard . • Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Sonnet on the death of Mr. Richard West Sketch of his own ...
... GRAY ( 1716-1771 ) Ode on the Spring • · Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College Hymn to Adversity · The Progress of Poesy The Bard . • Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Sonnet on the death of Mr. Richard West Sketch of his own ...
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... Gray Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red Rose • My Nannie's awa A Man's a Man for a ' that Address to the Woodlark This is no my ain Lassie Last May a braw Wooer · • O ...
... Gray Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red Rose • My Nannie's awa A Man's a Man for a ' that Address to the Woodlark This is no my ain Lassie Last May a braw Wooer · • O ...
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... . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray LADY WINCHILSEA (1660 about,-1720) To the Nightingale.
... . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray LADY WINCHILSEA (1660 about,-1720) To the Nightingale.
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... Gray and Collins . Such a poem as her All is Vanity , full as it is of ingenious thought , and studded with noble and harmonious lines , fails to impress the attention as a vertebrate composition . Her Ode to the Spleen , from which ...
... Gray and Collins . Such a poem as her All is Vanity , full as it is of ingenious thought , and studded with noble and harmonious lines , fails to impress the attention as a vertebrate composition . Her Ode to the Spleen , from which ...
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Стр. 263 - Other refuge have I none — Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me ! , All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Стр. 288 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Стр. 262 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Стр. 478 - I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Стр. 464 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Стр. 335 - Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Стр. 562 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my...
Стр. 373 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Стр. 375 - Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share...
Стр. 483 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For, could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!