The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray LL.B., Late Professor of Modern Languages in the University of Cambridge: With Some Account of His Life and Writings; the Whole Carefully Revised; and Illustrated by Notes, Original and Selected; to which are Annexed, Poems Written By, Addressed To, Or in Memory of Mr. Gray; Several of which Were Never Before CollectedJ. Scatcherd, 1799 - 186 Seiten |
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... heard ye not yo τα της έριχα θείον . Οίς της ( d ) That the Th ng with supreme dominion aro ' the azure deep of. i necks in thunder cloth'd , and long - resounding pace . thou clothed his neck with thunder ? Job . ghts that breathe , and ...
... heard ye not yo τα της έριχα θείον . Οίς της ( d ) That the Th ng with supreme dominion aro ' the azure deep of. i necks in thunder cloth'd , and long - resounding pace . thou clothed his neck with thunder ? Job . ghts that breathe , and ...
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... heard ye not yon footstep dread ? & c . ( d ) That the Theban Eagle bear . 3 πρὸς ὄρνιχα θεῖον . Olymp . 2. Pindar compares himself to Dird , and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain / , while it pursues its flight ...
... heard ye not yon footstep dread ? & c . ( d ) That the Theban Eagle bear . 3 πρὸς ὄρνιχα θεῖον . Olymp . 2. Pindar compares himself to Dird , and his enemies to ravens that croak and clamour in vain / , while it pursues its flight ...
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... Ye died amidst your No more I weep [ 4 ] . " On yonder cliffs , ag I see them sit , they ling Avengers of their na s ... hear S Here ( says an anonymous C cously made to ensue , after Breaks double rhym exalted ferocity of langua ...
... Ye died amidst your No more I weep [ 4 ] . " On yonder cliffs , ag I see them sit , they ling Avengers of their na s ... hear S Here ( says an anonymous C cously made to ensue , after Breaks double rhym exalted ferocity of langua ...
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... heart , - Ye died amidst your dying country's cries- No more I weep [ 4 ] . They do not sleep . - On yonder cliffs , a grisly band , see them sit , they linger yet , Avengers of their native land : ( 0 ) The famish'd eagle screams , and ...
... heart , - Ye died amidst your dying country's cries- No more I weep [ 4 ] . They do not sleep . - On yonder cliffs , a grisly band , see them sit , they linger yet , Avengers of their native land : ( 0 ) The famish'd eagle screams , and ...
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... Heard ye the din of t " Lance to lance , anc “ Longyears of havoc And thro ' the kind “ way [ 8 ] . - Fell Thirst and Famine scowl " A baleful smile. ) Is the sable warrior fled ? k Prince , dead some time before his father . ) Fair ...
... Heard ye the din of t " Lance to lance , anc “ Longyears of havoc And thro ' the kind “ way [ 8 ] . - Fell Thirst and Famine scowl " A baleful smile. ) Is the sable warrior fled ? k Prince , dead some time before his father . ) Fair ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Æolian Agrippina Anicetus Antrobus awake Ballder Bard Bauli beauty birds breast breathe brow Cambridge Dauphiny death divine dread Dryden Duke of Grafton Earl earth Edward Eirin Eton College fate fears Fierce fire FRAGMENT Gaurus genius give glitter glory grace Gray's grove hand harmony hear Heard ye heart Heav'n honour hundred pounds imitation Joan of Acres kind King Lady laughing wild Lord lyre Mason mighty Milton's mock the air mountain Muse Nero night o'er ODIN Otho passion Petrarch Phlegyas Pindar pleasure Poem Poet Poetry Poppæa Prophetess Reader reign round sable sing Sisters smile solemn song soul spirit stanza taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY thou thought thro throne Tibullus tremble Twas University of Cambridge vale vermil verse voice Volva Walpole weave weep wild wing woof
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 80 - 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.
Seite 79 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...
Seite 90 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Seite 83 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Seite 89 - 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.
Seite 80 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 7 - 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 ? The captive linnet which enthrall?
Seite 84 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Seite 86 - 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...
Seite 85 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.