To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
-- The Bard, I, 2, Line 14
Related:
- Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 2, Line... - 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... - Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, I, 3, Line... - And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
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The Bard, III, 3, Line... - Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!
Confusion on thy banners wait!
Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock... - Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- The Bard, II, 3, Line... - Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages,
crowd not on my soul! -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) ... - Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Give ample room and verge enough The characters of... - Comus and his midnight crew.
-- Thomas Gray (1716-1771)
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Ode for Music, Line...
