|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Thomas Gray. (17161771) (continued)|
| 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.|
| Loose his beard, and hoary hair|
Streamd like a meteor to the troubled air. 1
| The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.|
| To high-born Hoels harp, or soft Llewellyns lay.|
| The Bard. I. 2, Line 14.|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| Ye towers of Julius, Londons lasting shame,|
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
| The Bard. II. 3, Line 11.|
| Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!|
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
| The Bard. III. 1, Line 11.|
| And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.|
| The Bard. III. 3, Line 3.|
| Comus and his midnight crew.|
| Ode for Music. Line 2.|
| While bright-eyed Science watches round.|
| Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3.|
| The still small voice of gratitude.|
| Ode for Music. V. Line 8.|