The Poems of Thomas Gray: Embellished with Engravings from the Designs of Richd. WestallJ. Sharpe, 1821 - 134 páginas |
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... means of rendering general on the subject of their style , and versification . Odes written for music , as the Odes of Pindar were , might be expected to exhibit a regularity , or a me- thodical recurrence of stanza , very different ...
... means of rendering general on the subject of their style , and versification . Odes written for music , as the Odes of Pindar were , might be expected to exhibit a regularity , or a me- thodical recurrence of stanza , very different ...
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... means bear out the assertion that satire was his forte , but they concur to shew that it was a species of writing in which his taste did not forbid him to indulge , and in which his talents would doubtless have enabled him to excel . In ...
... means bear out the assertion that satire was his forte , but they concur to shew that it was a species of writing in which his taste did not forbid him to indulge , and in which his talents would doubtless have enabled him to excel . In ...
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... to force her to give up the shop , on which she depended for the means of procuring a liberal education for her son , in order , as was supposed , to gain possession of her money . To the exemplary presence of mind XX.
... to force her to give up the shop , on which she depended for the means of procuring a liberal education for her son , in order , as was supposed , to gain possession of her money . To the exemplary presence of mind XX.
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... mean by this complaint ; it proves that some spirit , something of genius ( more than common ) is required to teach a man how to employ himself . " Is it more than can- did to conclude that his unwillingness to be regard- ed as a man of ...
... mean by this complaint ; it proves that some spirit , something of genius ( more than common ) is required to teach a man how to employ himself . " Is it more than can- did to conclude that his unwillingness to be regard- ed as a man of ...
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... means than in battle . Over it presided Hela , the goddess of death . MASON . Hela , in the Edda , is described with a dreadful countenance , and her body half flesh - colour , and half blue . GRAY . Ver . 5. Him the dog of darkness ...
... means than in battle . Over it presided Hela , the goddess of death . MASON . Hela , in the Edda , is described with a dreadful countenance , and her body half flesh - colour , and half blue . GRAY . Ver . 5. Him the dog of darkness ...
Términos y frases comunes
ACERONIA Æolian AGRIPPINA Anicetus atque awake bard beneath blooming band breast breath brow dauntless death divine DRAWN BY RICHARD dread earl Edward Eirin Elegy Eton College eyes fame fate fears glitt'ring glory golden golden reign grace Gray Gray's hæc hand Hark hear heart heav'n Henry the Sixth honour JOHN SHARPE king lady Long Story Lord lyre Margaret of Anjou Mason MDCCLXXI mind morn mother muse ne'er o'er ODIN Otho pain PICCADILLY Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry PROPHETESS PUBLISHED BY JOHN quæ Queen reign repose RICHARD WESTALL round says shade Sisters smiling soft solemn song soul spirit stanza Stoke style sublime sweet Taliessin taste tear thee THOMAS GRAY Thormodus Torfæus thou trembling vale verse victorious bands voice Walpole warblings warm wat'ry Weave weep Welsh wing written YORK PUBLIC YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Página 6 - 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?
Página 5 - expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.
Página 73 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost And breathe, and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening Paradise.
Página 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Página 23 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Página 51 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind 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...
Página 12 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Página 52 - 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. 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.
Página 19 - Such were the sounds, that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Glo'ster stood aghast in speechless trance : ' To arms ! ' cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quivering lance.
Página 55 - 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.