Gray's Poetical Works: English and Latin : IllustratedE.P. Williams, 1847 - 142 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة iii
... genius was thought to be more brilliant than his friend's ; " and * I have sometimes wondered that the name of Jacob Bryant never occurs in Gray's Correspondence , and that an acquaintance commenced at school , when friendships are ...
... genius was thought to be more brilliant than his friend's ; " and * I have sometimes wondered that the name of Jacob Bryant never occurs in Gray's Correspondence , and that an acquaintance commenced at school , when friendships are ...
الصفحة xv
... genius of our language . Sugared is an epithet frequent in our ancient poetry , and its use was probably anterior to that of the verb , of which it now appears to be a participle ; but that verb has since been fully adopted in our ...
... genius of our language . Sugared is an epithet frequent in our ancient poetry , and its use was probably anterior to that of the verb , of which it now appears to be a participle ; but that verb has since been fully adopted in our ...
الصفحة xxiv
... genius . * Gray now superintended an edition of his Works , printed. * Mason wonders that Gray rejected the following Stanza , which came in after " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn , " & c . but I should presume the reason to be ...
... genius . * Gray now superintended an edition of his Works , printed. * Mason wonders that Gray rejected the following Stanza , which came in after " To meet the sun upon the upland lawn , " & c . but I should presume the reason to be ...
الصفحة xxvii
... Genius , " though some of Gray's biographers have been pleased to call it " The Connexion between Genius and Grandeur . " The argument of it , the only part which was ever written , is as follows : " All that men of power can do for men ...
... Genius , " though some of Gray's biographers have been pleased to call it " The Connexion between Genius and Grandeur . " The argument of it , the only part which was ever written , is as follows : " All that men of power can do for men ...
الصفحة xxix
... genius in the island ; and that men shall never be wanting to celebrate true virtue , and venture in immortal strains to expose vice and infamous pleasure , and boldly to repel tyranny and oppres- sion . But , unhappily for this design ...
... genius in the island ; and that men shall never be wanting to celebrate true virtue , and venture in immortal strains to expose vice and infamous pleasure , and boldly to repel tyranny and oppres- sion . But , unhappily for this design ...
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الصفحة xiv - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
الصفحة 42 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
الصفحة 9 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
الصفحة 50 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
الصفحة 24 - And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head.
الصفحة 8 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
الصفحة 25 - Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty, appear.
الصفحة 10 - Gay hope is theirs by Fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new, And lively Cheer, of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
الصفحة 22 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
الصفحة 24 - Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn: In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish from my eyes. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glitt'ring skirts unroll?