Gray's Poetical Works: English and Latin : IllustratedE.P. Williams, 1847 - 142 páginas |
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... language of Euryalus , - " Genitrix est mihi ; " and Gray , in like circumstances , felt no less . * This second line is very faulty , from the absence of the cæsura in the right place . Mr. Canon Tate also observes , " that Gray ...
... language of Euryalus , - " Genitrix est mihi ; " and Gray , in like circumstances , felt no less . * This second line is very faulty , from the absence of the cæsura in the right place . Mr. Canon Tate also observes , " that Gray ...
Página xii
... language of the age is never the language of poetry , excepting among the French , whose verse , when the thoughts or image does not support it , differs in nothing from prose , & c . " And he then supports this opinion by saying , that ...
... language of the age is never the language of poetry , excepting among the French , whose verse , when the thoughts or image does not support it , differs in nothing from prose , & c . " And he then supports this opinion by saying , that ...
Página xiii
... language of Shakspeare may be more picturesque and poetical than that of Addison and Rowe , but the propriety and advantage of adapting it to modern composition does not appear to me necessarily to follow . " Mason , in a note on this ...
... language of Shakspeare may be more picturesque and poetical than that of Addison and Rowe , but the propriety and advantage of adapting it to modern composition does not appear to me necessarily to follow . " Mason , in a note on this ...
Página xv
... language . Shakspeare , in a ludicrous but expressive phrase , has converted even a proper name into a participle of this description : Petruchio , he says , is Kated . " The epithet of a hectoring fellow is a more familiar instance of ...
... language . Shakspeare , in a ludicrous but expressive phrase , has converted even a proper name into a participle of this description : Petruchio , he says , is Kated . " The epithet of a hectoring fellow is a more familiar instance of ...
Página xvi
... language . The criticism therefore recoils on himself , The Poet has followed the usage of his native tongue , and the example of its best masters . The Gram- marian appears unacquainted both with its practice and its principles . The ...
... language . The criticism therefore recoils on himself , The Poet has followed the usage of his native tongue , and the example of its best masters . The Gram- marian appears unacquainted both with its practice and its principles . The ...
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 25 - Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty, appear.
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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?