Gray's odes, with notes, and a scheme of grammatical analysis by W.S. Ross, Issue 126Thomas Laurie, 1870 - 64 pages |
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... 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 . II . I. " Weave the warp and weave the woof , The winding - sheet of ...
... 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 . II . I. " Weave the warp and weave the woof , The winding - sheet of ...
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... band ( As by the impious thou art seen ) 4 With thundering voice , and threatening mien , 5 With screaming Horror's funeral 6 cry Despair , and fell Disease , and ghastly Poverty . 7 Thy form benign , oh goddess , wear , Thy milder ...
... band ( As by the impious thou art seen ) 4 With thundering voice , and threatening mien , 5 With screaming Horror's funeral 6 cry Despair , and fell Disease , and ghastly Poverty . 7 Thy form benign , oh goddess , wear , Thy milder ...
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... band , Ah , tell them they are men ! 1 These shall the Fury - Passions tear , The vultures of the mind , Disdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth , Or Jealousy with rankling ...
... band , Ah , tell them they are men ! 1 These shall the Fury - Passions tear , The vultures of the mind , Disdainful Anger , pallid Fear , And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth , Or Jealousy with rankling ...
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... band , That numbs the soul with icy hand , And slow - consuming Age . To each his sufferings ! all are men Condemn'd alike to groan : The tender for another's pain The unfeeling for his own . Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate ...
... band , That numbs the soul with icy hand , And slow - consuming Age . To each his sufferings ! all are men Condemn'd alike to groan : The tender for another's pain The unfeeling for his own . Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate ...
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... bands ; Triumph to the younger king . Mortal , thou that hear'st the tale , Learn the tenour of our song ; Scotland , through each winding vale , Far and wide the notes prolong . Sisters , hence with spurs of speed : Each her thundering ...
... bands ; Triumph to the younger king . Mortal , thou that hear'st the tale , Learn the tenour of our song ; Scotland , through each winding vale , Far and wide the notes prolong . Sisters , hence with spurs of speed : Each her thundering ...
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Page 31 - Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day...
Page 44 - Aeolian 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...
Page 15 - 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.
Page 32 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more;— where ignorance is bliss 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 30 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 13 - ... hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. but knowledge to their eyes her ample page rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll : chill penury repressed their noble rage, and froze the genial current of the soul. full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Page 29 - 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 soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 49 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Page 46 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 19 - 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.