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Page iv
... shade of melancholy , which West's declining health , and other circumstances , threw over the opening prospects of his life . A friend , after a long interval had passed , and indeed during Gray's last years , mentioned the name of ...
... shade of melancholy , which West's declining health , and other circumstances , threw over the opening prospects of his life . A friend , after a long interval had passed , and indeed during Gray's last years , mentioned the name of ...
Page xix
... shade in the opening lines is very ungraceful ; and that " to chase the rolling circle's speed " seems to me both an incorrect expression , and ungrammatical circumlocu- tion . We neither call a hoop a " circle , " nor do we speak of ...
... shade in the opening lines is very ungraceful ; and that " to chase the rolling circle's speed " seems to me both an incorrect expression , and ungrammatical circumlocu- tion . We neither call a hoop a " circle , " nor do we speak of ...
Page xxiv
... shade . " And many others . Most of them are very improved readings ; and it was certainly in a happy hour that he substituted Milton and Cromwell for Cæsar and Tully . That there are many faulty expressions in it , and even some ...
... shade . " And many others . Most of them are very improved readings ; and it was certainly in a happy hour that he substituted Milton and Cromwell for Cæsar and Tully . That there are many faulty expressions in it , and even some ...
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... bright , and meadows flowery still , And woods retain their ancient greenery , And shade and sunshine chequer dale and hill , Though all the abodes of men be rife with wrong and ill . A 2 III . There is no feature of thy fair domain.
... bright , and meadows flowery still , And woods retain their ancient greenery , And shade and sunshine chequer dale and hill , Though all the abodes of men be rife with wrong and ill . A 2 III . There is no feature of thy fair domain.
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... shades its morning slipp'd away ? X. Such tribute paid thee once , in pensive strains , ONE mighty in the realm of lyric song , - A ceaseless wanderer through the wide domains Of thought , which to the studious soul belong ; - One far ...
... shades its morning slipp'd away ? X. Such tribute paid thee once , in pensive strains , ONE mighty in the realm of lyric song , - A ceaseless wanderer through the wide domains Of thought , which to the studious soul belong ; - One far ...
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Page xiv - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 42 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; 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...
Page 9 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 50 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd 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...
Page 24 - And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head.
Page 8 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Page 25 - Girt with many a baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty, appear.
Page 10 - Gay hope is theirs by Fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom Health, of rosy hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new, And lively Cheer, of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
Page 22 - 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 grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page 24 - Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn: In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, They melt, they vanish from my eyes. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glitt'ring skirts unroll?