The Background of Gray's Elegy: A Study in the Taste for Melancholoy Poetry, 1700-1751Russell & Russell, 1924 - 270 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 118 - How loved, how honoured once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Σελίδα 7 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Σελίδα 114 - ... though I am always serious, I do not know what it is to be melancholy; and can therefore take , a view of nature, in her deep and solemn scenes, with the same pleasure as in her most gay and delightful ones.
Σελίδα 50 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Σελίδα 241 - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing In hollow murmurs died away.
Σελίδα 156 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is! Till, more familiar grown, the table crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Σελίδα 58 - I saw plainly all the paint of that kind of life, the nearer I came to it; and that beauty, which I did not fall in love with, when, for aught I knew, it was real, was not like to bewitch or entice me, when I saw that it was adulterate.
Σελίδα 113 - I felt at that time : but I could, without tears, reflect upon many pleasing adventures I have had with some, who have long been blended with common earth. Though it is by the benefit of nature, that length of time thus blots out the violence of afflictions ; yet with tempers too much given to pleasure, it is almost necessary to...
Σελίδα 120 - Through rocks amidst the foaming sea, To gain thy love, and then perceives Thou wert not in the rocks and waves. The silent heart which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks, as I have vainly done, Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Σελίδα 143 - Tis somewhat to my humour. Stay, I fancy I'm now turn'd wild, a commoner of nature; Of all forsaken, and forsaking all, Live in a shady forest's sylvan scene, Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face ; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot Vent.
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