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ADVERTISEMENT Æolian band Bard beneath bookseller breast breath brow Caernarvonshire Cambria's Cambridge Clare COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD coursers dauntless death distant dreadful drest Duke of Grafton Earl edition Edward Eirin Elegy ETON COLLEGE executors eyes fate father fifty lines flowers G R A give glitt'ring gout grace Gray's poems hail hand Hark Hauberk heard heart Heav'n Henry the Sixth Ibid James Browne King Lady laughing laughing wild LONG STORY Lord Love lyre Margaret of Anjou Mary Antrobus Morn Muse N O T E ne'er night numbers o'er O'er-canopies Odin paler Rose Pembroke-hall Petrarch PINDARIC ODE Poet Prophetess publisher Quarto Queen Reduced Bank Annuities reign repose second cousin smile solemn song sorrow soul steep strains sublime sweet TEARS OF GENIUS thee Thomas Gray thou thro triumph University of Cambridge vale verses voice warblings Weave Welsh Where-e'er William Mason wing yonder youth
第 156 頁 - 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
第 100 頁 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
第 45 頁 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
第 91 頁 - 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.
第 96 頁 - To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance.. I. 2 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 Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
第 156 頁 - 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.
第 149 頁 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
第 60 頁 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!