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... thou man of modern song , Nor violate the plaster of thy hair ; Nor to that dainty coat do aught of wrong ; Else how may'st thou to Cæsar's hall repair ? For sure no damaged coat may enter there , ' & c . In his later days , however ...
... thou man of modern song , Nor violate the plaster of thy hair ; Nor to that dainty coat do aught of wrong ; Else how may'st thou to Cæsar's hall repair ? For sure no damaged coat may enter there , ' & c . In his later days , however ...
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... Thou tamer of the human breast , Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! " In an ode to Adversity , Gray had a clear right to indulge his usual propensity to melancholy , and he well characterizes ...
... Thou tamer of the human breast , Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! " In an ode to Adversity , Gray had a clear right to indulge his usual propensity to melancholy , and he well characterizes ...
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... thou yon sanguine cloud , Raised by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms the nations with redoubled ray . ' " " There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of ...
... thou yon sanguine cloud , Raised by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms the nations with redoubled ray . ' " " There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of ...
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... thou talk to me , to me of danger , Of haughty youth and irritated power , To her that gave it being , her that arm'd This painted Jove , and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt ; while he stood trembling Scar'd at the sound ...
... thou talk to me , to me of danger , Of haughty youth and irritated power , To her that gave it being , her that arm'd This painted Jove , and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt ; while he stood trembling Scar'd at the sound ...
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... thou still , and young shalt ever be In spirit , as thou wast in years gone by ; The present , past , and future blend in thee , Rich as thou art in names which cannot die , And youthful hearts already beating high To emulate the ...
... thou still , and young shalt ever be In spirit , as thou wast in years gone by ; The present , past , and future blend in thee , Rich as thou art in names which cannot die , And youthful hearts already beating high To emulate the ...
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Page 201 - ... unlettered 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?
Page 35 - 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 126 - 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 glittering skirts unroll? Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Page 199 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! 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.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 202 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 120 - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell ! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control.
Page 125 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford . A tear to grace his obsequies.
Page 139 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found ; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Page 200 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...