An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway, July, 1811. To which is annexed, a Journal of a trip to Paris, in the autumn of 1816, by John Evans, jun1817 |
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... Gray , breaks out into this spirited apostrophe : - Rise awful shadows ! rise immortal throng ! Burst DEATH'S dark confines and attest my song ; O ! crown'd with bays that shall for ever bloom Amid your favour'd haunts the lyre resume ...
... Gray , breaks out into this spirited apostrophe : - Rise awful shadows ! rise immortal throng ! Burst DEATH'S dark confines and attest my song ; O ! crown'd with bays that shall for ever bloom Amid your favour'd haunts the lyre resume ...
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... Gray ! I think one may venture to remark , that the reputation of POPE as a Poet among pos- terity , will be principally owing to his WINDSOR FOREST , his RAPE OF THE Lock , and his ELOISA TO ABELARD , whilst the facts and characters al ...
... Gray ! I think one may venture to remark , that the reputation of POPE as a Poet among pos- terity , will be principally owing to his WINDSOR FOREST , his RAPE OF THE Lock , and his ELOISA TO ABELARD , whilst the facts and characters al ...
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... Gray , the poet , made the tour of Europe . He was a literary character , and his WORKS were published in 1798 , the year after his decease , in five pondrous quarto volumes , superbly embellished 158 STAWBERRY HILL . with portraits ...
... Gray , the poet , made the tour of Europe . He was a literary character , and his WORKS were published in 1798 , the year after his decease , in five pondrous quarto volumes , superbly embellished 158 STAWBERRY HILL . with portraits ...
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... Gray's beautiful ODE on the occasion : - ' Twas on this lofty vase's side , Where CHINA's gayest art has dy'd The azure flow'rs that hlow ; Demurest of the tabby kind , The pensive Selima reclin'd- Gaz'd on the lake below ! You first ...
... Gray's beautiful ODE on the occasion : - ' Twas on this lofty vase's side , Where CHINA's gayest art has dy'd The azure flow'rs that hlow ; Demurest of the tabby kind , The pensive Selima reclin'd- Gaz'd on the lake below ! You first ...
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... GRAY the poet , with this singular motto , alluding to his Ode on Eton , which , though one of his best productions , was his first published : - Nec licuit populus parvum te , NILE , videre ! Here is likewise a portrait of Mr. Horace ...
... GRAY the poet , with this singular motto , alluding to his Ode on Eton , which , though one of his best productions , was his first published : - Nec licuit populus parvum te , NILE , videre ! Here is likewise a portrait of Mr. Horace ...
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Page 328 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 378 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Page 374 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Page 120 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky...
Page 367 - 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 : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
Page 21 - I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 428 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 428 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 407 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 351 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.