The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray: Ed. with a LifeLittle, Brown & Company, 1862 - 223 pages |
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... Prophetess , " he up- rose with speed . " Vali , or Ali , the son of Rinda , afterwards avenged the death of Balder , by slaying Hoder , and is called a " wondrous boy , because he killed his enemy , before he was a day old ; before he ...
... Prophetess , " he up- rose with speed . " Vali , or Ali , the son of Rinda , afterwards avenged the death of Balder , by slaying Hoder , and is called a " wondrous boy , because he killed his enemy , before he was a day old ; before he ...
Page 77
... and force them to abandon their enterprize . " V. 24. The original word is Valgalldr ; from Valr mortuus , and Galldr incantatio . Gray . PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To THE VEGTAM'S KIVITHA . 77.
... and force them to abandon their enterprize . " V. 24. The original word is Valgalldr ; from Valr mortuus , and Galldr incantatio . Gray . PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To THE VEGTAM'S KIVITHA . 77.
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Ed. with a Life Thomas Gray. PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring bones have beat ...
Ed. with a Life Thomas Gray. PROPHETESS . What call unknown , what charms presume To break the quiet of the tomb ? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite , And drags me from the realms of night ? Long on these mould'ring bones have beat ...
Page 79
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev'rage of the bee : O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; " Tis the ... Prophetess , arise , and say , What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of his fate ? Var . V. 41. Yon ] The ...
... PROPHETESS . Mantling in the goblet see The pure bev'rage of the bee : O'er it hangs the shield of gold ; " Tis the ... Prophetess , arise , and say , What dangers Odin's child await , Who the author of his fate ? Var . V. 41. Yon ] The ...
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... Prophetess , my spell obey : Once again arise , and say , Who th ' avenger of his guilt , By whom shall Hoder's blood be spilt ? PROPHETESS . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace comprest , Var . V. 59 , 60. Prophetess ...
... Prophetess , my spell obey : Once again arise , and say , Who th ' avenger of his guilt , By whom shall Hoder's blood be spilt ? PROPHETESS . In the caverns of the west , By Odin's fierce embrace comprest , Var . V. 59 , 60. Prophetess ...
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Page 34 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year ; Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy, Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 49 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havock urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 46 - 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...
Page cviii - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 63 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Page 156 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend ' to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit ; For a patriot, too cool; for a drudge, disobedient, And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Page 124 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 99 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 30 - To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the od'rous 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, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 98 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!