Poems by Mr. GrayAlexander Donaldson, 1775 - 136 頁 |
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... pains to leave no memorial " but a few poems ? But let it be confidered , that Mr. Gray was to others , at leaft innocently employed .; " to himself certainly beneficially . His time paffed a- 66 greeably ; he was every day making fome ...
... pains to leave no memorial " but a few poems ? But let it be confidered , that Mr. Gray was to others , at leaft innocently employed .; " to himself certainly beneficially . His time paffed a- 66 greeably ; he was every day making fome ...
第 18 頁
... , belov'd in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd , A ftranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales , that from ye blow , A momentary blifs beftow , As As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary foul 18 ODE ON A DISTANT.
... , belov'd in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd , A ftranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales , that from ye blow , A momentary blifs beftow , As As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary foul 18 ODE ON A DISTANT.
第 24 頁
... painful family of Death ,. More hideous than their queen ! This racks the joints , this fires the veins , That every labouring finew strains , Thofe in the deeper vitals rage : Lo , Poverty , to fill the band , o I * And Madness ...
... painful family of Death ,. More hideous than their queen ! This racks the joints , this fires the veins , That every labouring finew strains , Thofe in the deeper vitals rage : Lo , Poverty , to fill the band , o I * And Madness ...
第 25 頁
... pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . " Yet ah ! why fhould they know their fate ! Since forrow never comes too late , And happiness too fwiftly flies . Thought would destroy their paradise . No more where ignorance is blifs , " Tis folly ...
... pain ; Th ' unfeeling for his own . " Yet ah ! why fhould they know their fate ! Since forrow never comes too late , And happiness too fwiftly flies . Thought would destroy their paradise . No more where ignorance is blifs , " Tis folly ...
第 24 頁
... painful family of Death ,. More hideous than their queen ! This racks the joints , this fires the veins , That every labouring finew ftrains , *** Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo , Poverty , to fill the band , * And Madness ...
... painful family of Death ,. More hideous than their queen ! This racks the joints , this fires the veins , That every labouring finew ftrains , *** Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo , Poverty , to fill the band , * And Madness ...
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第 135 頁 - 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
第 128 頁 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
第 46 頁 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...
第 134 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 132 頁 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
第 125 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 127 頁 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
第 40 頁 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
第 140 頁 - 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 cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
第 59 頁 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, 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...