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... fire , Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre . ' I must not pursue the description of the care - crazed or love - crossed youth , and his epitaph . I would rather ask you to judge what the ...
... fire , Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre . ' I must not pursue the description of the care - crazed or love - crossed youth , and his epitaph . I would rather ask you to judge what the ...
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... of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre . XIII . छ Rich with the spoils of time ,. Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire , But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page ,
... of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre . XIII . छ Rich with the spoils of time ,. Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire , But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page ,
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... fire From Heaven's high chancery hath touched , they hear Truths which their zeal inflame , their hopes inspire , Give wings to faith , and check affliction's tear ! XL . When life flowed by , and , like an angel , Death Came to release ...
... fire From Heaven's high chancery hath touched , they hear Truths which their zeal inflame , their hopes inspire , Give wings to faith , and check affliction's tear ! XL . When life flowed by , and , like an angel , Death Came to release ...
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air a solemn alike the inevitable ASTOR Await alike beetle wheels beneath boast of heraldry breath BROADWAY cell forever laid church of Stoke cock's shrill clarion Country Church-yard curfew tolls distant folds droning flight drowsy tinklings lull dust E'en echoing horn ecstasy the living fades the glimmering glimmering landscape glory lead grave hamlet sleep heart once pregnant heaves the turf hopes inspire ivy-mantled tower laid Some heart living lyre lull the distant mouldering heap narrow cell forever neglected spot o'er paths of glory poem poet Poetry of Gray pomp of power PREFACE pregnant with celestial Q BB Q F B B rod of empire rude forefathers rugged elms sacred sequestered Sheffield solemn stillness holds spot is laid stanzas STOKE POGIS CHURCH THOMAS GRAY TILDAN tomb waked to ecstasy wealth e'er gave Webster wheels his droning Windsor Wolfe wrote his Elegy yew-tree's shade yonder YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY শু