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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 .
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 .
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Thou the deeds of light shalt know ; Tell me what is done below , For whom yon
glittering board is spread , Dress ' d for whom yon golden bed ? PROPHETess .
Mantling in the goblet see The pure beverage of the bee : O ' er it hangs the
shield ...
Thou the deeds of light shalt know ; Tell me what is done below , For whom yon
glittering board is spread , Dress ' d for whom yon golden bed ? PROPHETess .
Mantling in the goblet see The pure beverage of the bee : O ' er it hangs the
shield ...
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... vale in glittering row , Thrice two hundred warriors go : Every warrior ' s manly
neck Chains of regal honour deck , Wreathed in many a golden link : From the
golden cup they drink Nectar that the bees produce , Or the grape ' s ecstatic
juice .
... vale in glittering row , Thrice two hundred warriors go : Every warrior ' s manly
neck Chains of regal honour deck , Wreathed in many a golden link : From the
golden cup they drink Nectar that the bees produce , Or the grape ' s ecstatic
juice .
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WEST . fwlionat but read the anthe be first Hr . R In vain to me the smiling
mornings shine , And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain
their amorous descant join ; Or cheerful fields resume their green attire : These
ears ...
WEST . fwlionat but read the anthe be first Hr . R In vain to me the smiling
mornings shine , And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain
their amorous descant join ; Or cheerful fields resume their green attire : These
ears ...
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The prostrate south to the destroyer yields Her boasted titles , and her golden
fields : With grim delight the brood of winter view A brighter day , and heavens of
azure hue : Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose , And quaff the pendent
...
The prostrate south to the destroyer yields Her boasted titles , and her golden
fields : With grim delight the brood of winter view A brighter day , and heavens of
azure hue : Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose , And quaff the pendent
...
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Page 54 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 21 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Page 19 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Page 14 - In climes beyond the solar road Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering 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, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Page 73 - 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 4 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize What female heart can gold despise?
Page 56 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to Misery all he had, a tear — He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd), a friend.
Page 23 - 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 havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 6 - 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 I Gay Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed; Less pleasing when possest ! The tear forgot as soon as shed!
Page 16 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy 1 This can unlock the gates of joy ! Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
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| Title | The Poetical Works |
| Author | Thomas Gray |
| Publisher | John Sharpe, 1826 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 1 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 134 pages |
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