The Works of Thomas Gray: Containing His Poems and Correspondence, with Memoirs of His Life and Writings, Volume 1Harding, Triphook, and Lepard, 1825 - 2 pages |
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... passion . " If , how- ever , in this view , we are led to subscribe to the harsh judgment of Dr. Johnson , and deem it " no loss to the English stage , that Agrippina was never fi- nished , " we must be convinced that it was a great ...
... passion . " If , how- ever , in this view , we are led to subscribe to the harsh judgment of Dr. Johnson , and deem it " no loss to the English stage , that Agrippina was never fi- nished , " we must be convinced that it was a great ...
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... Passions tear , The vultures of the mind , 60 Ver . 49. The spirits pure , the slumbers light . ] Mr. Mitford quotes from Pope's imitation of Horace , i . 73 . " The temperate sleeps , and spirits light as air . Ver . 55. Yet see how ...
... Passions tear , The vultures of the mind , 60 Ver . 49. The spirits pure , the slumbers light . ] Mr. Mitford quotes from Pope's imitation of Horace , i . 73 . " The temperate sleeps , and spirits light as air . Ver . 55. Yet see how ...
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... : There held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast . " - Il Pens . 38. - WAK . And Melancholy , silent maid , With leaden eye that 24 GRAY'S.
... : There held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast . " - Il Pens . 38. - WAK . And Melancholy , silent maid , With leaden eye that 24 GRAY'S.
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... passions . - GRAY . Ver . 5. The laughing flowers that round them blow . ] Mr. Mitford has here from Petronius , cap . 127 . Albaque de viridi riserunt lilia prato : " and from Achilles Tatius ; « Το πεταλον τῳ ζεφυρῳ γελα . ” The ...
... passions . - GRAY . Ver . 5. The laughing flowers that round them blow . ] Mr. Mitford has here from Petronius , cap . 127 . Albaque de viridi riserunt lilia prato : " and from Achilles Tatius ; « Το πεταλον τῳ ζεφυρῳ γελα . ” The ...
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... Passions hear thy soft controul . " Quod adest , memento Componere æquus : Cætera fluminis Ritu feruntur , nunc medio alveo Cum pace delabentis Etruscum In mare , nunc lapides adesos , Stirpesque raptas , et pecus , et domos Volventis ...
... Passions hear thy soft controul . " Quod adest , memento Componere æquus : Cætera fluminis Ritu feruntur , nunc medio alveo Cum pace delabentis Etruscum In mare , nunc lapides adesos , Stirpesque raptas , et pecus , et domos Volventis ...
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Page 116 - Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 124 - 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.
Page 38 - And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone : and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.
Page 125 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 115 - 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. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 47 - On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 43 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Page 126 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Page 62 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.