The Poems of Thomas Gray: Embellished with Engravings from the Designs of Richd. WestallJ. Sharpe, 1821 - 134 頁 |
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第 16 頁
... living throne , the sapphire blaze ] " For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels . And above the firmament , that was over their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire stone . This was the ...
... living throne , the sapphire blaze ] " For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels . And above the firmament , that was over their heads , was the likeness of a throne , as the appearance of a sapphire stone . This was the ...
第 53 頁
... living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
... living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
第 69 頁
... living of Stoke until his death in the year 1794 , remarked that the difficulty experienced by Gray in relinquish- ing the tenure of the premises to which he had succeeded , and from the concern of which he was anxious to relieve ...
... living of Stoke until his death in the year 1794 , remarked that the difficulty experienced by Gray in relinquish- ing the tenure of the premises to which he had succeeded , and from the concern of which he was anxious to relieve ...
第 71 頁
... living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
... living scene Scatters his freshest , tenderest green . New - born flocks , in rustic dance , Frisking ply their feeble feet ; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet : But chief , the sky - lark warbles high His ...
第 93 頁
... living cloud of war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings , their gods were roll'd away . As oft have issued , host impelling host , The blue - ey'd myriads from the Baltic coast . The prostrate ...
... living cloud of war ; And , where the deluge burst , with sweepy sway Their arms , their kings , their gods were roll'd away . As oft have issued , host impelling host , The blue - ey'd myriads from the Baltic coast . The prostrate ...
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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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第 6 頁 - 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 5 頁 - 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.
第 73 頁 - 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.
第 56 頁 - 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.
第 23 頁 - 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 51 頁 - 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...
第 12 頁 - 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...
第 52 頁 - 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.
第 19 頁 - 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.
第 55 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. "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.