The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayJohn Sharpe, 1821 - 134页 |
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... A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , I King Henry the Sixth , founder of the College , As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul ODES . 5 On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
... A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , I King Henry the Sixth , founder of the College , As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul ODES . 5 On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
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... king With ruffled plumes and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak , and light'nings of his eye . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . Ver . 13. Oh ! Sov'reign ...
... king With ruffled plumes and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak , and light'nings of his eye . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . Ver . 13. Oh ! Sov'reign ...
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... King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing , They mock the air with idle state . Helm , nor hauberk's twisted mail , Nor e'en thy virtues , Tyrant , shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly ...
... King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing , They mock the air with idle state . Helm , nor hauberk's twisted mail , Nor e'en thy virtues , Tyrant , shall avail To save thy secret soul from nightly ...
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... King Edward . - He died 1295 . Ver . 14 . To arms ! " cried Mortimer ] Edmond de Morti- mer , Lord of Wigmore . They both were Lord Marchers , whose lands lay on the borders of Wales , and probably accompanied the king in this ...
... King Edward . - He died 1295 . Ver . 14 . To arms ! " cried Mortimer ] Edmond de Morti- mer , Lord of Wigmore . They both were Lord Marchers , whose lands lay on the borders of Wales , and probably accompanied the king in this ...
第20页
... King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That hush'd the ...
... King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That hush'd the ...
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第18页 - 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 hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
第19页 - 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.
第3页 - 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?
第51页 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd 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 thro' 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50页 - 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.
第17页 - 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...
第49页 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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...
第52页 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God.
第50页 - 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 resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
第4页 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!