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... Ode to Evening Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline 287 · 289 • 292 294 300 PAGE THOMAS GRAY ( 1716–1771 ) Ode on the Spring viii CONTENTS .
... Ode to Evening Ode on the Death of Mr. Thomson An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland Dirge in Cymbeline 287 · 289 • 292 294 300 PAGE THOMAS GRAY ( 1716–1771 ) Ode on the Spring viii CONTENTS .
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Thomas Humphry Ward. PAGE THOMAS GRAY ( 1716–1771 ) Ode on the Spring • • • Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College Hymn to Adversity • The Progress of Poesy The Bard . Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Sonnet on the death of Mr ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. PAGE THOMAS GRAY ( 1716–1771 ) Ode on the Spring • • • Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College Hymn to Adversity • The Progress of Poesy The Bard . Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Sonnet on the death of Mr ...
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... Gray · • 525 526 · • 528 · • 529 • • 531 537 · 541 • 543 · 546 • 547 · 548 549 • 550 • 551 • 551 • 552 • 553 · 554 • 560 • 561 · 562 Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red ...
... Gray · • 525 526 · • 528 · • 529 • • 531 537 · 541 • 543 · 546 • 547 · 548 549 • 550 • 551 • 551 • 552 • 553 · 554 • 560 • 561 · 562 Whistle , and I'll come to you , my Lad Bannockburn . Robert Bruce's Address to his Army A Red , Red ...
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... . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray LADY WINCHILSEA (1660 about,-1720) To the Nightingale.
... . Lady Winchilsea was one of the last pindaric writers of the school of Cowley . Her odes display that species of writing in the final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray LADY WINCHILSEA (1660 about,-1720) To the Nightingale.
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Thomas Humphry Ward. final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray and Collins . Such a poem as her All is Vanity , full as it is of ingenious thought , and studded with noble and harmonious lines , fails to impress the ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. final dissolution out of which it was redeemed by Gray and Collins . Such a poem as her All is Vanity , full as it is of ingenious thought , and studded with noble and harmonious lines , fails to impress the ...
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Seite 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Seite 375 - Here, as I take my solitary rounds, Amidst thy tangling walks, and ruined grounds, And, many a year elapsed, return to view Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share...
Seite 478 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Seite 561 - I'll wage thee. Who shall say that fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me ; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her ; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Seite 479 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! It answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu l But was it such ? — It was.
Seite 534 - What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave: Weel pleased to think her bairn's respected like the lave. O happy love! where love like this is found! O heartfelt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the...
Seite 562 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; . For dear to me, as light and life, \ Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' monie a vow, and locked embrace, Our parting was fu...
Seite 536 - O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! And...
Seite 474 - It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes.
Seite 381 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.