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Ya de la queda el toque reposado Anuncia el fin del moribundo día, Y por la loma el mugidor ganado Camina lentamente á la alquería.…
Gray's father was a scrivener while his mother and aunt kept a milliner's shop. He led a quiet, studious life in the main, training in law after his degree at Cambridge and then becoming a history done at Peterhouse. Gray formed a friendship with Walpole which was broken off as a result of a disagreement during a "Grand Tour of Europe" (1734-39), though they were eventually reconciled in 1745. This friendship was important to Gray's literary career and Walpole later published The Progress of Poetry and The Bard, an impassioned summary of English history, on his Strawberry Hill Press. Gray sent his Ode on the Spring to an Etonian friend, Richard West, who died shortly afterwards, prompting the Sonnet on the Death of West. Gray was immensely popular and helped to create a new taste in poetry; fertile ground for the romantic poets to follow him. In 1757 at the death of the Poet Laureate Cibber, the post was offered to Gray, but he refused it.)
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The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.…
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Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies A child, the darling of his parents' eyes: A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain, A fairer flower will never bloom again:…
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Daughter of Jove, relentless Power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The Bad affright, afflict the Best!…
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If I should die and leave you Be not like the others, quick undone Who keep long vigils by the silent dust and weep.…
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watry glade, Where grateful ScienceÊ still adores Her Henry'sÊ holy shade;…
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'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dy'd The azure flow'rs that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind,…
Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek, and whisper soft She woos the tardy Spring:…
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Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours, Fair Venus' train appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year!…
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1 In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine, 2 And reddening Phœbus lifts his golden fire; 3 The birds in vain their amorous descant join; 4 Or cheerful fields resume their green at…
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In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join; Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:…
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'Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait, Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the air with idle state.…
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WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace.…
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Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air.…
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