...thiek branehes streteh A broader, browner shade, "Where'er the rude and moss-grown beeeh O'er-eanopies am reelined in rustie state), Hew vain the ardor of the erowd, Hew low, hew little, are the proud, Hew...

...whispering pleasures as they fly. Cold zephyrs through the clear blue sky Their gathered fragrance fling. Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader,...browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopics the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the muse shall sit, and think (At...

...in dear old England, and which were so happily depicted, in harmonious numbers, by the poet Gray : Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...some water's rushy brink With me the muse shall sit. . . . Here, too, it may be added, the sportsman may carry his gun, may ride to hounds, or wield the...

...greatness, pride." But Herod was to learn die truth of the lines of Thomas Gray— How vain the ardor of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great! Pride, above all things, provokes "a jealous God," who will not give His glory to another, and His...

...Here, however, Gray satirizes his own detachment by presenting his muse as someone prim and censorious: Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...how little are the proud, How indigent the great! 25 Hunt cuts his muse from very different cloth. Bridget Allworthy makes way for a voluptuary, and...

..."wake the purple year" to new life, so that the poet can retire beneath an "oak's thick branches." Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall...how little are the proud, How indigent the great! Nature would seem to have produced a special vantage-point from which position, paradoxically elevated...

...both the poet and his muse have already diligently drawn a moral lesson from their own observations: Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...how little are the proud, How indigent the great! (PTG 50-51) The reader is intended to find the 'moral' articulated in the last three lines here an...

...bank "glade," a "muse" tells the narrator, "reclin'd in rustic state," of the dangers of ambition: How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great! (18-20) We are reminded again of the power of tropes as an engine of change: here they are lifeless;...

...or reclining upon their banks. They remind us of the lines of Thomas Gray when we look upon them: " Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rode and moss-grown beech O'ercanopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse...