Essays and Criticisms

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D. C. Heath & Company, 1911 - 378 pages
 

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Page 183 - To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the Nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me. With joy I see The different doom our fates assign, Be thine Despair, and scepter'd Care. To triumph and to die are mine. ,/ He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height /' Deep in the roaring tide he sunk to endless night.
Page 181 - STROPHE 3. Edward, lo! to sudden fate, (Weave we the woof. The thread is spun), Half of thy heart we consecrate (The web is wove. The work is done). thus Stay, oh stay, nor here forlorn me unbless'd. Unpitied here Leave your despairing Caradoc to mourn! track In yon bright clouds that fires the western skies,
Page 182 - sweet to virgin-grace. What strings symphonious tremble in the air! What strains of vocal transport round her play! Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear, They breath a soul to animate thy clay. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-coloured
Page 180 - more of the prophecy, and desire him to shew it you immediately : it is very rough and unpolish'd at present. Adieu, dear Sir, I am ever Truly Yours TG She-Wolf of France with unrelenting fangs, That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled Mate; From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs The Scourge of Heaven. What Terrors round him wait!
Page 182 - helm, and horrent spear And gorgeous Dames, and Statesmen old, In bearded majesty appear. In the midst a Form divine, Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-Line; Her her A Lyon-port, an awe-commanding face, AttemperM sweet to virgin-grace. What strings symphonious tremble in the air! What strains of vocal transport round her play! Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear, They
Page xxi - Perhaps he was the most learned man in Europe. He was equally acquainted with the elegant and profound parts of science, and not superficially but thoroughly. He knew every branch of history, both natural and civil; had read all the original historians of England, France, and Italy ; and was a great antiquarian. Criticism,
Page xxi - plan of study; voyages and travels of all sorts were his favourite amusement; and he had a fine taste in painting, prints, architecture, and gardening. With such a fund of knowledge, his conversation must have been equally instructing and entertaining; but he was also a good man, a well-bred man, a
Page 180 - in his Van with Flight combined, And Sorrow's faded form and Solitude behind. ANT. 2. Victor Mighty Conqu'ror, mighty Lord, his Low on the funeral couch he lies; No no What pitying heart, what eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies? Is the sable Warrior fled ? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. in thy noontide beam were bom The swarm that
Page 234 - in the style, I think, most proper for the pulpit, and shew a very strong imagination and a sensible heart: but you see him often tottering on the verge of laughter, and ready to throw his periwig in
Page xxii - mankind were shewn to him without a mask ; and he was taught to consider every thing as trifling, and unworthy of the attention of a wise man, except the pursuit of knowledge, and the practice of virtue, in that state wherein God hath placed us.

About the author (1911)

Author of An Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (1747), Thomas Gray was born in London in 1716. He was educated at Eton, the inspiration for his An Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College (1747), and Cambridge. Except for a tour of the Continent, taken in part with friend Horace Walpole, he spent most of his life in Cambridge, where he became professor of history and modern languages in 1768. He died in 1768 and is buried at Stoke Poges, Buckinghamshire, the home of his mother and the inspiration for his famous elegy.

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