The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray LL.B., Late Professor of Modern Languages in the University of Cambridge: With Some Account of His Life and Writings; the Whole Carefully Revised; and Illustrated by Notes, Original and Selected; to which are Annexed, Poems Written By, Addressed To, Or in Memory of Mr. Gray; Several of which Were Never Before Collected |
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... is indeed a master - piece of rhythm , and charms the ear by its well - varied
cadence , as much as the imagery which it contains ravishes the fancy . “ There is
” ( says Mr . Gray in one of his manuscript papers ) “ a tout ensemble of sound , as
...
... is indeed a master - piece of rhythm , and charms the ear by its well - varied
cadence , as much as the imagery which it contains ravishes the fancy . “ There is
” ( says Mr . Gray in one of his manuscript papers ) “ a tout ensemble of sound , as
...
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Where each old poetic Mountain Inspiration breath ' d around ; Ev ' ry shade and
hallow ' d Fountain Murmur ' d deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , in
Greece ' s evil hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn
the ...
Where each old poetic Mountain Inspiration breath ' d around ; Ev ' ry shade and
hallow ' d Fountain Murmur ' d deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , in
Greece ' s evil hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn
the ...
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But hark ! the portals sound , and pacing forth With solemn steps and slow , High
Potentates , and Dames of royal birth , And mitred fathers in long order go : Great
Edward , with the lilies on his brow ( 1 ) From haughty Gallia torn , And sad ...
But hark ! the portals sound , and pacing forth With solemn steps and slow , High
Potentates , and Dames of royal birth , And mitred fathers in long order go : Great
Edward , with the lilies on his brow ( 1 ) From haughty Gallia torn , And sad ...
Page 100
Mark where Indolence , and Pride , Sooth ' d by Flattery ' s tinkling sound , Go ,
softly rolling , side by side , Their dull , but daily round : To these , if Hebe ' s self
should bring The purest cup from Pleasure ' s spring , Say , can they taste the ...
Mark where Indolence , and Pride , Sooth ' d by Flattery ' s tinkling sound , Go ,
softly rolling , side by side , Their dull , but daily round : To these , if Hebe ' s self
should bring The purest cup from Pleasure ' s spring , Say , can they taste the ...
Page 181
They seize their harps , they strike the lyre , With rapid hand , with Freedom ' s fire
. Obedient Nature hears the lofty sound , And Snowdon ' s airy cliffs the heavenly
strains resound . [ 1 ] Ode on Spring . [ 2 ] Ode on the Prospect of Eton College ...
They seize their harps , they strike the lyre , With rapid hand , with Freedom ' s fire
. Obedient Nature hears the lofty sound , And Snowdon ' s airy cliffs the heavenly
strains resound . [ 1 ] Ode on Spring . [ 2 ] Ode on the Prospect of Eton College ...
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| Title | The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray LL.B., Late Professor of Modern Languages in the University of Cambridge: With Some Account of His Life and Writings; the Whole Carefully Revised; and Illustrated by Notes, Original and Selected; to which are Annexed, Poems Written By, Addressed To, Or in Memory ... |
| Author | Thomas Gray |
| Illustrated by | Edward Francis Burney |
| Publisher | J. Scatcherd, 1799 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 2 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 186 pages |
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