John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Thomas Gray. (17161771) (continued)
4169 Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fannd by Conquests crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.
The Bard. I. 1, Line 1.
4170 Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamd like a meteor to the troubled air. 1
The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.
4171 To high-born Hoels harp, or soft Llewellyns lay.
The Bard. I. 2, Line 14.
4172 Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. 2
The Bard. I. 3, Line 12.
4173 Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edwards race. Give ample room and verge enough 3 The characters of hell to trace.
The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.
4174 Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While proudly riding oer the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwinds sway, That hushd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
The Bard. II. 2, Line 9.
4175 Ye towers of Julius, Londons lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
The Bard. II. 3, Line 11.
4176 Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
The Bard. III. 1, Line 11.
4177 And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
The Bard. III. 3, Line 3.
4178 Comus and his midnight crew.
Ode for Music. Line 2.
4179 While bright-eyed Science watches round.
Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3.
4180 The still small voice of gratitude.
Ode for Music. V. Line 8.