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The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie; With Lord Byron's English ...
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The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray and Beattie: With a Memoir of Each ...
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Amyntas arms bard beauty beneath blast blest bloom blooming band bosom breast breath Calmar charms Circassia clouds Corydon Damoetas Daphnis dark death deep delight dread drest ECLOGUE Eton College fair falchion fame Fancy Fancy's fate fear fire flame flowers foes fond gale genius gentle glory glow grace Gray grove hail hand hear heart Heaven honour hope hour lonely Lycidas lyre maid melting Menalcas mind Mopsus mountains mourn Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Odin peace Pindaric plain poem pomp praise pride rage rapture reign roll round rove sacred scenes shade shepherds shine sighs sing smile soft song soothe soul sound spring storm strain stream sublime swain sweet tears tempest thee thine THOMAS GRAY thou thought throng toil trembling truth Twas vale verse virtue Virtue's voice wave wild wind wing youth
Page 97 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Page 203 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Page 81 - 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 hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 35 - tis said, when all were fired, Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatch'd her instruments of sound, And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness ruled the hour, Would prove his own expressive power.
Page 97 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 96 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 99 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 70 - 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.