('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:','urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:	edition	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1	eceptext	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.1	head	<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">[Translations from the Greek Anthology]</emph>\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.1	head	[I]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.2	head	From the Greek.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.3	l	Fertur Aristophanis fatorum arcana rogatum,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.4	l	tempore sementis, rusticus isse domum;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.5	l	(Sideris an felix tempestas, messis an esset\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.6	l	magna, vel agricolam falleret ustus ager.)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.7	l	Ille supercilio adducto multa anxius arte\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.8	l	disposuit sortes, consuluitque Deos;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.9	l	Tum responsa dedit: vernus suffecerit imber\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.10	l	si modo, nec fruges laeserit herba nocens;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.11	l	Si mala robigo, si grando pepercerit arvis,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.12	l	attulerit subitum pigra nec aura gelu;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.13	l	Caprea si nulla, aut culmos attriverit haedus;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.14	l	nec fuerit caelum, nec tibi terra gravis:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.15	l	Largas polliceor segetes, atque horrea plena.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.16	l	tu tamen, ut veniat sera locusta, cave.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.1	head	[II]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.2	head	From the Greek of Antiphilus Byzantius <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Medeae Imaginem, Nobile Timomachi Opus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.3	l	En ubi Medeae varius dolor aestuat ore,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.4	l	jamque animum nati, jamque maritus, habent!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.5	l	Succenset; miseret; medio exardescit amore\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.6	l	dum furor, inque oculo gutta minante tremit.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.7	l	Cernis adhuc dubiam: quid enim? licet impia matris\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.8	l	Colchidos, at non sit dextera Timomachi.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.1	head	[III]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.2	head	Imitation of the Greek; of Paul Silentiarius. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Bacchae Furentis Statuam.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.3	l	Credite, non viva est Maenas; non spirat imago.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.4	l	artificis rabiem miscuit aere manus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.1	head	[IV]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.2	head	From the Greek, of Posidippus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Alexandrum, AEre Effictum.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.3	l	Quantum audet, Lysippe, manus tua! surgit in aere\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.4	l	spiritus, atque oculis bellicus ignis adest.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.5	l	Spectate hos vultus, miserisque ignoscite Persis:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.6	l	quid mirum, imbelles si leo sparsit oves?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.1	head	[V]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.2	head	From the Greek. [Anonymous.] <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Niobes Statuam.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.3	l	Fecerat e viva lapidem me Jupiter: at me\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.4	l	Praxiteles vivam reddidit e lapide.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.1	head	[VI]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.2	head	From the Greek, of Lucian, <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />offering a Statue of herself to Venus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.3	l	En tibi te, Cytherea, fero: formosius ipsa\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.4	l	cum tibi, quod ferrem, te, Dea, nil habui.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.1	head	[VII]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.2	head	From the Greek of Statyllius Flaccus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Amorem dormientem.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.3	l	Docte Puer vigiles mortalibus addere curas!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.4	l	anne potest in te somnus habere locum?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.5	l	Laxi juxta arcus, et fax suspensa quiescit,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.6	l	dormit et in pharetra clausa sagitta sua:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.7	l	Longe mater abest, longe Cythereia turba.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.8	l	verum ausint alii te prope ferre pedem;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.9	l	Non ego: nam metuo valde; mihi, perfide, quiddam\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.10	l	forsan et in somnis ne meditere mali.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.1	head	[VIII]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.2	head	From a Fragment of Plato.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.3	l	Itur in Idalios tractus, felicia regna,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.4	l	fundit ubi densam myrtea sylva comam:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.5	l	Intus Amor teneram visus spirare quietem,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.6	l	dum roseo roseos imprimit ore toros.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.7	l	Sublimem procul a ramis pendere pharetram,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.8	l	et de languidula spicula lapsa manu\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.9	l	Vidimus, et risu molli diducta labella,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.10	l	murmure quae assiduo pervolitabat apes.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.1	head	[IX]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.2	head	From the Greek of Marianus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Fontem aquae calidae.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.3	l	Sub platanis puer Idalius prope fluminis undam\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.4	l	dormiit, in ripa deposuitque facem.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.5	l	Tempus adest, sociae! Nympharum audentior una,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.6	l	tempus adest: ultra quid dubitamus? ait.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.7	l	Ilicet incurrit, pestem ut divumque, hominumque,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.8	l	lampada collectis exanimaret aquis.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.9	l	Demens! nam nequit saevam restinguere flammam\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.10	l	Nympha, sed ipsa ignes traxit, et inde calet.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.1	head	[X]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.2	head	From Lucillius.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.3	l	Irrepsisse suas murem videt Argus in aedes,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.4	l	atque ait, heus! a me numquid, amice, velis?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.5	l	Ille autem ridens, metuas nihil; inquit, apud te,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.6	l	oh bone, non epulas, hospitium petimus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.1	head	[XI]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.2	head	Imitated from the Greek of Posidippus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />Ad Amorem.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.3	l	Paulisper vigiles, oro, compesce dolores,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.4	l	respue nec Musae supplicis aure preces:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.5	l	Oro brevem lacrymis veniam, requiemque furori.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.6	l	ah, ego non possum vulnera tanta pati!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.7	l	Intima flamma; vides, miseros depascitur artus,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.8	l	surgit et extremis spiritus in labiis.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.9	l	Quod si tam tenuem cordi est exolvere vitam;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.10	l	stabit in opprobrium sculpta querela tuum:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.11	l	(Juro perque faces istas, arcumque sonantem,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.12	l	spiculaque hoc unum figere docta jecur)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.13	l	Heu fuge crudelem puerum, saevasque sagittas!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.14	l	huic fuit exitii causa, viator, amor.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.1	head	[XII]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.2	head	[Imitated from the Greek] of Bassus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.3	l	Non ego, cum malus urit amor, Iovis induor arma.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.4	l	Nil mihi cum plumis, nil mihi cum corio:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.5	l	Non ego per tegulas mittor liquefactus in aurum.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.6	l	Promo duos obolos: sponte venit Danae.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.1	head	[XIII]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.2	head	[Imitated from the Greek] of Rufinus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.3	l	Hanc tibi Rufinus mittit, Rodoclea, coronam.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.4	l	has tibi decerpens texerat ipse rosas.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.5	l	Est viola, est anemone, est suave-rubens hyacinthus,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.6	l	mistaque Narcisso lutea caltha suo.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.7	l	Sume: sed aspiciens ah fidere desine formae!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.8	l	qui pingit, brevis est, sertaque teque, color.','urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:	edition	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1	eceptext	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.1	head	<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">[translations from the greek anthology]</emph>\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.1	head	[i]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.2	head	from the greek.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.3	l	fertur aristophanis fatorum arcana rogatum,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.4	l	tempore sementis, rusticus isse domum;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.5	l	(sideris an felix tempestas, messis an esset\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.6	l	magna, vel agricolam falleret ustus ager.)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.7	l	ille supercilio adducto multa anxius arte\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.8	l	disposuit sortes, consuluitque deos;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.9	l	tum responsa dedit: vernus suffecerit imber\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.10	l	si modo, nec fruges laeserit herba nocens;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.11	l	si mala robigo, si grando pepercerit arvis,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.12	l	attulerit subitum pigra nec aura gelu;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.13	l	caprea si nulla, aut culmos attriverit haedus;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.14	l	nec fuerit caelum, nec tibi terra gravis:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.15	l	largas polliceor segetes, atque horrea plena.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.2.16	l	tu tamen, ut veniat sera locusta, cave.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.1	head	[ii]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.2	head	from the greek of antiphilus byzantius <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />in medeae imaginem, nobile timomachi opus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.3	l	en ubi medeae varius dolor aestuat ore,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.4	l	jamque animum nati, jamque maritus, habent!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.5	l	succenset; miseret; medio exardescit amore\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.6	l	dum furor, inque oculo gutta minante tremit.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.7	l	cernis adhuc dubiam: quid enim? licet impia matris\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.3.8	l	colchidos, at non sit dextera timomachi.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.1	head	[iii]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.2	head	imitation of the greek; of paul silentiarius. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />in bacchae furentis statuam.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.3	l	credite, non viva est maenas; non spirat imago.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.4.4	l	artificis rabiem miscuit aere manus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.1	head	[iv]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.2	head	from the greek, of posidippus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />in alexandrum, aere effictum.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.3	l	quantum audet, lysippe, manus tua! surgit in aere\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.4	l	spiritus, atque oculis bellicus ignis adest.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.5	l	spectate hos vultus, miserisque ignoscite persis:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.5.6	l	quid mirum, imbelles si leo sparsit oves?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.1	head	[v]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.2	head	from the greek. [anonymous.] <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />in niobes statuam.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.3	l	fecerat e viva lapidem me jupiter: at me\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.6.4	l	praxiteles vivam reddidit e lapide.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.1	head	[vi]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.2	head	from the greek, of lucian, <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />offering a statue of herself to venus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.3	l	en tibi te, cytherea, fero: formosius ipsa\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.7.4	l	cum tibi, quod ferrem, te, dea, nil habui.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.1	head	[vii]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.2	head	from the greek of statyllius flaccus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />in amorem dormientem.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.3	l	docte puer vigiles mortalibus addere curas!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.4	l	anne potest in te somnus habere locum?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.5	l	laxi juxta arcus, et fax suspensa quiescit,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.6	l	dormit et in pharetra clausa sagitta sua:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.7	l	longe mater abest, longe cythereia turba.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.8	l	verum ausint alii te prope ferre pedem;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.9	l	non ego: nam metuo valde; mihi, perfide, quiddam\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.8.10	l	forsan et in somnis ne meditere mali.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.1	head	[viii]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.2	head	from a fragment of plato.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.3	l	itur in idalios tractus, felicia regna,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.4	l	fundit ubi densam myrtea sylva comam:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.5	l	intus amor teneram visus spirare quietem,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.6	l	dum roseo roseos imprimit ore toros.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.7	l	sublimem procul a ramis pendere pharetram,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.8	l	et de languidula spicula lapsa manu\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.9	l	vidimus, et risu molli diducta labella,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.9.10	l	murmure quae assiduo pervolitabat apes.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.1	head	[ix]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.2	head	from the greek of marianus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />in fontem aquae calidae.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.3	l	sub platanis puer idalius prope fluminis undam\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.4	l	dormiit, in ripa deposuitque facem.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.5	l	tempus adest, sociae! nympharum audentior una,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.6	l	tempus adest: ultra quid dubitamus? ait.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.7	l	ilicet incurrit, pestem ut divumque, hominumque,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.8	l	lampada collectis exanimaret aquis.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.9	l	demens! nam nequit saevam restinguere flammam\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.10.10	l	nympha, sed ipsa ignes traxit, et inde calet.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.1	head	[x]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.2	head	from lucillius.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.3	l	irrepsisse suas murem videt argus in aedes,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.4	l	atque ait, heus! a me numquid, amice, velis?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.5	l	ille autem ridens, metuas nihil; inquit, apud te,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.11.6	l	oh bone, non epulas, hospitium petimus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.1	head	[xi]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.2	head	imitated from the greek of posidippus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />ad amorem.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.3	l	paulisper vigiles, oro, compesce dolores,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.4	l	respue nec musae supplicis aure preces:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.5	l	oro brevem lacrymis veniam, requiemque furori.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.6	l	ah, ego non possum vulnera tanta pati!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.7	l	intima flamma; vides, miseros depascitur artus,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.8	l	surgit et extremis spiritus in labiis.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.9	l	quod si tam tenuem cordi est exolvere vitam;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.10	l	stabit in opprobrium sculpta querela tuum:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.11	l	(juro perque faces istas, arcumque sonantem,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.12	l	spiculaque hoc unum figere docta jecur)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.13	l	heu fuge crudelem puerum, saevasque sagittas!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.12.14	l	huic fuit exitii causa, viator, amor.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.1	head	[xii]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.2	head	[imitated from the greek] of bassus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.3	l	non ego, cum malus urit amor, iovis induor arma.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.4	l	nil mihi cum plumis, nil mihi cum corio:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.5	l	non ego per tegulas mittor liquefactus in aurum.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.13.6	l	promo duos obolos: sponte venit danae.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.1	head	[xiii]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.2	head	[imitated from the greek] of rufinus.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.3	l	hanc tibi rufinus mittit, rodoclea, coronam.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.4	l	has tibi decerpens texerat ipse rosas.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.5	l	est viola, est anemone, est suave-rubens hyacinthus,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.6	l	mistaque narcisso lutea caltha suo.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.7	l	sume: sed aspiciens ah fidere desine formae!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:1.14.8	l	qui pingit, brevis est, sertaque teque, color.'),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:','urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:	edition	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1	eceptext	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.1	head	[Verse Fragments]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.1	head	Gratitude\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.2	l	The Joy that trembles in her eye\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.3	l	She bows her meek & humble head\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.4	l	[...] in silent praise\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.5	l	[...] beyond the power of Sound.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.1	head	(Mr Pope dead)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.2	l	[...] and smart beneath the visionary scourge\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.3	l	---\'tis Ridicule & not reproach that wounds\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.4	l	Their vanity & not their conscience feels\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.5	l	[...]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.6	l	A few shall [...]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.7	l	The cadence of my song repeat\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.8	l	& hail thee in my words.','urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:	edition	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1	eceptext	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.1	head	[verse fragments]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.1	head	gratitude\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.2	l	the joy that trembles in her eye\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.3	l	she bows her meek & humble head\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.4	l	[...] in silent praise\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.2.5	l	[...] beyond the power of sound.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.1	head	(mr pope dead)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.2	l	[...] and smart beneath the visionary scourge\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.3	l	---\'tis ridicule & not reproach that wounds\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.4	l	their vanity & not their conscience feels\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.5	l	[...]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.6	l	a few shall [...]\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.7	l	the cadence of my song repeat\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:1.3.8	l	& hail thee in my words.'),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:','urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:	edition	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1	eceptext	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.1	head	William Shakespeare to Mrs Anne, Regular Servant to the Revd Mr Precentor of York\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.1	l	A moment\'s patience, gentle Mistress Anne!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.2	l	(But stint your clack for sweet St Charitie)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.3	l	\'Tis Willy begs, once a right proper man,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.4	l	Though now a book and interleaved, you see.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.1	l	Much have I borne from cankered critic\'s spite,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.2	l	From fumbling baronets and poets small,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.3	l	Pert barristers and parsons nothing bright:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.4	l	But what awaits me now is worst of all.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.1	l	\'Tis true, our master\'s temper natural\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.2	l	Was fashioned fair in meek and dovelike guise;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.3	l	But may not honey\'s self be turned to gall\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.4	l	By residence, by marriage, and sore eyes?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.1	l	If then he wreak on me his wicked will,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.2	l	Steal to his closet at the hour of prayer,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.3	l	And (when thou hear\'st the organ piping shrill)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.4	l	Grease his best pen, and all he scribbles, tear.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.1	l	Better to bottom tarts and cheesecakes nice,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.2	l	Better the roast meat from the fire to save,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.3	l	Better be twisted into caps for spice,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.4	l	Than thus be patched and cobbled in one\'s grave.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.1	l	So York shall taste what Clouët never knew,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.2	l	So from <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">our</emph> works sublimer fumes shall rise:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.3	l	While Nancy earns the praise to Shakespeare due\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.4	l	For glorious puddings and immortal pies.','urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:	edition	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1	eceptext	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.1	head	william shakespeare to mrs anne, regular servant to the revd mr precentor of york\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.1	l	a moment\'s patience, gentle mistress anne!\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.2	l	(but stint your clack for sweet st charitie)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.3	l	\'tis willy begs, once a right proper man,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.2.4	l	though now a book and interleaved, you see.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.1	l	much have i borne from cankered critic\'s spite,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.2	l	from fumbling baronets and poets small,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.3	l	pert barristers and parsons nothing bright:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.3.4	l	but what awaits me now is worst of all.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.1	l	\'tis true, our master\'s temper natural\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.2	l	was fashioned fair in meek and dovelike guise;\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.3	l	but may not honey\'s self be turned to gall\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.4.4	l	by residence, by marriage, and sore eyes?\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.1	l	if then he wreak on me his wicked will,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.2	l	steal to his closet at the hour of prayer,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.3	l	and (when thou hear\'st the organ piping shrill)\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.5.4	l	grease his best pen, and all he scribbles, tear.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.1	l	better to bottom tarts and cheesecakes nice,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.2	l	better the roast meat from the fire to save,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.3	l	better be twisted into caps for spice,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.6.4	l	than thus be patched and cobbled in one\'s grave.\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7	lg	\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.1	l	so york shall taste what clouët never knew,\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.2	l	so from <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">our</emph> works sublimer fumes shall rise:\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.3	l	while nancy earns the praise to shakespeare due\nurn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:1.7.4	l	for glorious puddings and immortal pies.');
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INSERT INTO `workurntext` VALUES ('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.AdCFavoniumAristium.Catalan.1716_lt01:','Ad C: Favonium Aristium Barbaras aedes aditure mecum, Quas Eris semper fovet inquieta, Lis ubi late sonat, et togatum AEstuat agmen! Dulcius quanto, patulis sub ulmi Hospitae ramis temere jacentem Sic libris horas, tenuique inertes Fallere Musa? Saepe enim curis vagor expedita Mente; dum, blandam meditans Camoenam, Vix malo rori, meminive serae Cedere nocti; Et, pedes quo me rapiunt, in omni Colle Parnassum videor videre Fertilem sylvae, gelidamque in omni Fonte Aganippen. Risit et Ver me, facilesque Nymphae Nare captantem, nec ineleganti, Mane quicquid de violis eundo Surripit aura: Me reclinatum teneram per herbam; Qua leves cursus aqua cunque ducit, Et moras dulci strepitu lapillo Nectit in omni. Hae novo nostrum fere pectus anno Simplices curae tenuere, caelum Quamdiu sudum explicuit Favoni Purior hora: Otia et campos nec adhuc relinquo, Nec magis Phoebo Clytie fidelis; (Ingruant venti licet, et senescat Mollior aestas). Namque, seu, laetos hominum labores Prataque et montes recreante curru, Purpura tractus oriens Eoos Vestit, et auro; Sedulus servo, veneratus orbem Prodigum splendoris: amoeniori Sive dilectam meditatur igne Pingere Calpen; Usque dum, fulgore magis, magis jam Languido circum, variata nubes Labitur furtim, viridisque in umbras Scena recessit. O ego felix, vice si (nec unquam Surgerem rursus) simili cadentem Parca me lenis sineret quieto Fallere letho! Multa flagranti, radiisque cincto Integris ah! quam nihil inviderem, Cum Dei ardentes medius quadrigas Sentit Olympus? '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.AdCFavoniumZephyrinum.Catalan.1716_lt02:','Ad C: Favonium Zephyrinum Mater rosarum, cui tenerae vigent Aurae Favoni, cui Venus it comes Lasciva, Nympharum choreis Et volucrum celebrata cantu! Dic, non inertem fallere qua diem Amat sub umbra, seu sinit aureum Dormire plectrum, seu retentat Pierio Zephyrinus antro, Furore dulci plenus, et immemor Reptantis inter frigora Tusculi Umbrosa, vel colles amici Palladiae superantis Albae. Dilecta Fauno, et capripedum choris Pineta, testor vos, Anio minax Quaecunque per clivos volutus Praecipiti tremefecit amne, Illius altum Tibur, et AEsulae Audisse sylvas nomen amabiles, Illius et gratas Latinis Naiasin ingeminasse rupes. Nam me Latinae Naiades uvida Videre ripa, qua niveas levi Tam saepe lavit rore plumas Dulce canens Venusinus ales: Mirum! canenti conticuit nemus, Sacrique fontes, et retinent adhuc (Sic Musa jussit) saxa molles Docta modos, veteresque lauri. Mirare nec tu me citharae rudem Claudis laborantem numeris: loca Amoena, jucundumque ver in- Compositum docuere carmen. Haerent sub omni nam folio nigri Phoebea luci (credite) somnia; Argutiusque et lympha, et aurae Nescio quid solito loquuntur. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.AgrippinaaTragedy.English.1716_agtr:','<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Agrippina, a Tragedy</emph> <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Dramatis Personae</emph> <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Scene, the Emperor\'s villa at Baiae</emph> The Argument The drama opens with the indignation of Agrippina, at receiving her son\'s orders from Anicetus to remove from Baiae, and to have her guard taken from her. At this time Otho having conveyed Poppaea from the house of her husband Rufus Crispinus, brings her to Baiae, where he means to conceal her among the croud; or, if his fraud is discovered, to have recourse to the Emperor\'s authority; but, knowing the lawless temper of Nero, he determines not to have recourse to that expedient, but on the utmost necessity. In the meantime he commits her to the care of Anicetus, whom he takes to be his friend, and in whose age he thinks he may safely confide. Nero is not yet come to Baiae: but Seneca, whom he sends before him, informs Agrippina of the accusation concerning Rubellius Plancus, and desires her to clear herself, which she does briefly; but demands to see her son, who, on his arrival, acquits her of all suspicion, and restores her to her honours. In the meanwhile Anicetus, to whose care Poppaea had been entrusted by Otho, contrives the following plot to ruin Agrippina: He betrays his trust to Otho, and brings Nero, as it were by chance, to the sight of the beautiful Poppaea; the Emperor is immediately struck with her charms, and she, by a feigned resistance, increases his passion; tho\', in reality, she is from the first dazzled with the prospect of empire, and forgets Otho: She therefore joins with Anicetus in his design of ruining Agrippina, soon perceiving that it will be for her interest. Otho hearing that the Emperor had seen Poppaea, is much enraged; but not knowing that this interview was obtained thro\' the treachery of Anicetus, is readily persuaded by him to see Agrippina in secret, and acquaint her with his fears that her son Nero would marry Poppaea. Agrippina, to support her own power, and to wean the Emperor from the love of Poppaea, gives Otho encouragement, and promises to support him. Anicetus secretly introduces Nero to hear their discourse; who resolves immediately on his mother\'s death, and, by Anicetus\'s means, to destroy her by drowning. A solemn feast, in honour of their reconciliation, is to be made; after which she being to go by sea to Bauli, the ship is so contrived as to sink or crush her; she escapes by accident, and returns to Baiae. In this interval Otho has an interview with Poppaea; and being duped a second time by Anicetus and her, determines to fly with her into Greece, by means of a vessel which is to be furnished by Anicetus; but he, pretending to remove Poppaea on board in the night, conveys her to Nero\'s apartment: She there encourages and determines Nero to banish Otho, and finish the horrid deed he had attempted on his mother. Anicetus undertakes to execute his resolves; and, under pretence of a plot upon the Emperor\'s life, is sent with a guard to murder Agrippina, who is still at Baiae in imminent fear, and irresolute how to conduct herself. The account of her death, and the Emperor\'s horrour and fruitless remorse, finishes the drama. ACT I. Scene I. \'Tis well, begone! your errand is performed. The message needs no comment. Tell your master, His mother shall obey him. Say you saw her Yielding due reverence to his high command: Alone, unguarded and without a lictor As fits the daughter of Germanicus. Say, she retired to Antium; there to tend Her household cares, a woman\'s best employment. What if you add, how she turned pale and trembled: You think, you spied a tear stand in her eye, And would have dropped, but that her pride restrained it? (Go! you can paint it well) \'twill profit you, And please the stripling. Yet \'twould dash his joy To hear the spirit of Britannicus Yet walks on earth: at least there are who know Without a spell to raise, and bid it fire A thousand haughty hearts, unused to shake When a boy frowns, nor to be lured with smiles To taste of hollow kindness, or partake His hospitable board: they are aware Of the unpledged bowl, they love not Aconite. He\'s gone; and much I hope these walls alone And the mute air are privy to your passion. Forgive your servant\'s fears, who sees the danger Which fierce resentment cannot fail to raise In haughty youth and irritated power. And dost thou talk to me, to me, of danger, Of haughty youth and irritated power, To her that gave it being, her that armed This painted Jove, and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt; while he stood trembling, Scared at the sound and dazzled with its brightness? \'Tis like, thou hast forgot, when yet a stranger To adoration, to the grateful steam Of flattery\'s incense and obsequious vows From voluntary realms, a puny boy, Decked with no other lustre than the blood Of Agrippina\'s race, he lived unknown To fame or fortune; haply eyed at distance Some edileship, ambitious of the power To judge of weights and measures; scarcely dared On expectation\'s strongest wing to soar High as the consulate, that empty shade Of long-forgotten liberty: when I Oped his young eye to bear the blaze of greatness; Showed him where empire towered, and bade him strike The noble quarry. Gods! then was the time To shrink from danger; fear might then have worn The mask of prudence; but a heart like mine, A heart that glows with the pure Julian fire, If bright ambition from her craggy seat Display the radiant prize, will mount undaunted, Gain the rough heights, and grasp the dangerous honour. Through various life I have pursued your steps, Have seen your soul, and wondered at its daring: Hence rise my fears. Nor am I yet to learn How vast the debt of gratitude which Nero To such a mother owes; the world you gave him Suffices not to pay the obligation. I well remember too (for I was present) When in a secret and dead hour of night, Due sacrifice performed with barbarous rites Of muttered charms and solemn invocation, You bade the Magi call the dreadful powers That read futurity, to know the fate Impending o\'er your son: their answer was, If the son reign, the mother perishes. Perish (you cried) the mother! reign the son! He reigns, the rest is heaven\'s; who oft has bade, Even when its will seemed wrote in lines of blood, The unthought event disclose a whiter meaning. Think too how oft in weak and sickly minds The sweets of kindness lavishly indulged Rankle to gall; and benefits too great To be repaid, sit heavy on the soul, As unrequited wrongs. The willing homage Of prostrate Rome, the senate\'s joint applause, The riches of the earth, the train of pleasures That wait on youth and arbitrary sway: These were your gift, and with them you bestowed The very power he has to be ungrateful. Thus ever grave and undisturbed reflection Pours its cool dictates in the madding ear Of rage, and thinks to quench the fire it feels not. Sayest thou I must be cautious, must be silent, And tremble at the phantom I have raised? Carry to him thy timid counsels. He Perchance may heed \'em: tell him too, that one Who had such liberal power to give, may still With equal power resume that gift, and raise A tempest that shall shake her own creation To its original atoms---tell me! say, This mighty emperor, this dreaded hero, Has he beheld the glittering front of war? Knows his soft ear the trumpet\'s thrilling voice, And outcry of the battle? Have his limbs Sweat under iron harness? Is he not The silken son of dalliance, nursed in ease And pleasure\'s flowery lap? Rubellius lives, And Sylla has his friends, though schooled by fear To bow the supple knee, and court the times With shows of fair obeisance; and a call Like mine might serve belike to wake pretensions Drowsier than theirs, who boast the genuine blood Of our imperial house. [Cannot my nod] Rouse [up] eight hardy legions, wont to stem With stubborn nerves the tide, and face the rigour Of bleak Germania\'s snows [?] Four, not less brave, That in Armenia quell the Parthian force Under the warlike Corbulo, by [me] Marked for their leader: these, by ties confirmed Of old respect and gratitude, are [mine]. Surely the Masians too, and those of Egypt, Have not forgot [my] sire: the eye of Rome And the Praetorian camp have long revered, With customed awe, the daughter, sister, wife, And mother of their Caesars. Ha! by Juno, It bears a noble semblance. On this base My great revenge shall rise; or say we sound The trump of liberty; there will not want, Even in the servile senate, ears to own Her spirit-stirring voice; Soranus there, And Cassius; Veto too, and Thrasea, Minds of the antique cast, rough, stubborn souls, That struggle with the yoke. How shall the spark Unquenchable, that glows within their breasts, Blaze into freedom, when the idle herd (Slaves from the womb, created but to stare And bellow in the Circus) yet will start, And shake \'em at the name of liberty, Stung by a senseless word, a vain tradition, As there were magic in it? Wrinkled beldams Teach it their grandchildren, as somewhat rare That anciently appeared, but when, extends Beyond their chronicle---oh! \'tis a cause To arm the hand of childhood, and rebrace The slackened sinews of time-wearied age. Yes, we may meet, ungrateful boy, we may! Again the buried Genius of old Rome Shall from the dust uprear his reverend head, Roused by the shout of millions: there before His high tribunal thou and I appear. Let majesty sit on thy awful brow And lighten from thy eye: around thee call The gilded swarm that wantons in the sunshine Of thy full favour; Seneca be there In gorgeous phrase of laboured eloquence To dress thy plea, and Burrhus strengthen it With his plain soldier\'s oath and honest seeming. Against thee, liberty and Agrippina: The world, the prize; and fair befall the victors. But soft! why do I waste the fruitless hours In threats unexecuted? Haste thee, fly These hated walls that seem to mock my shame, And cast me forth in duty to their lord. My thought aches at him; not the basilisk More deadly to the sight than is to me The cool injurious eye of frozen kindness. I will not meet its poison. Let him feel Before he sees me. Yes, I will be gone, But not to Antium---all shall be confessed, Whate\'er the frivolous tongue of giddy fame Has spread among the crowd; things that but whispered Have arched the hearer\'s brow and riveted His eyes in fearful ecstasy: no matter What, so it be strange, and dreadful.---Sorceries, Assassinations, poisonings; the deeper My guilt, the blacker his ingratitude. And you, ye manes of ambition\'s victims, Enshrined Claudius, with the pitied ghosts Of the Syllani, doomed to early death (Ye unavailing horrors, fruitless crimes!), If from the realms of night my voice ye hear, In lieu of penitence and vain remorse, Accept my vengeance. Though by me ye bled, He was the cause. My love, my fears for him, Dried the soft springs of pity in my heart, And froze them up with deadly cruelty. Yet if your injured shades demand my fate, If murder cries for murder, blood for blood, Let me not fall alone; but crush his pride, And sink the traitor in his mother\'s ruin. Scene II. Thus far we\'re safe. Thanks to the rosy queen Of amorous thefts: and had her wanton son Lent us his wings, we could not have beguiled With more elusive speed the dazzled sight Of wakeful jealousy. Be gay securely; Dispel, my fair, with smiles, the timorous cloud That hangs on thy clear brow. So Helen looked, So her white neck reclined, so was she borne By the young Trojan to his gilded bark With fond reluctance, yielding modesty, And oft reverted eye, as if she knew not Whether she feared or wished to be pursued. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.AlcaicFragment.Catalan.1716_lt03:','[Alcaic Fragment] O lachrymarum Fons, tenero sacros Ducentium ortus ex animo; quater Felix! in imo qui scatentem Pectore te, pia Nympha, sensit! '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.AlcaicOde.Catalan.1716_lt04:','[Alcaic Ode] In the Book at the Grande Chartreuse among the Mountains of Dauphiné. O Tu, severi relligio loci, Quocunque gaudes nomine (non leve Nativa nam certe fluenta Numen habet, veteresque sylvas; Praesentiorem et conspicimus Deum Per invias rupes, fera per juga, Clivosque praeruptos, sonantes Inter aquas, nemorumque noctem; Quam si repostus sub trabe citrea Fulgeret auro, et Phidiaca manu) Salve vocanti rite, fesso et Da placidam juveni quietem. Quod si invidendis sedibus, et frui Fortuna sacra lege silentii Vetat volentem, me resorbens In medios violenta fluctus: Saltem remoto des, Pater, angulo Horas senectae ducere liberas; Tutumque vulgari tumultu Surripias, hominumque curis. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ALongStory.English.1716_lost:','A Long Story In Britain\'s isle, no matter where, An ancient pile of building stands: The Huntingdons and Hattons there<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">N:B: the House was built by the Earls of Huntingdon, & came from them to S[i]r Christopher afterwards L[or]d Keeper, Hatton, prefer\'d by Q: Elizabeth for his graceful Person & fine Dancing. [<bibl>Garrett MS.</bibl>] </note> Employed the power of fairy hands To raise the ceiling\'s fretted height, Each panel in achievements clothing, Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o\'er him, My grave Lord-Keeper led the brawls;<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">[<emph>Lord-Keeper</emph>] [Sir Christopher] Hatton [Lord Chancellor], prefer\'d by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful Person and fine Dancing.<lb /> [<emph>brawls</emph>] an old fashion\'d Dance. [<bibl>Garrett MS.</bibl>] </note> The Seal and Maces danced before him. His bushy beard and shoe-strings green, His high-crowned hat and satin-doublet, Moved the stout heart of England\'s Queen, Though Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it. What, in the very first beginning! Shame of the versifying tribe! Your history whither are you spinning? Can you do nothing but describe? A house there is (and that\'s enough) From whence one fatal morning issues A brace of warriors, not in buff, But rustling in their silks and tissues. The first came cap-a-pee from France Her conquering destiny fulfilling, Whom meaner beauties eye askance, And vainly ape her art of killing. The other Amazon kind heaven Had armed with spirit, wit, and satire: But Cobham had the polish given, And tipped her arrows with good-nature. To celebrate her eyes, her air--- Coarse panegyrics would but tease her. Melissa is her <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">nom de guerre</emph>. Alas, who would not wish to please her! With bonnet blue and capucine, And aprons long they hid their armour, And veiled their weapons bright and keen In pity to the country-farmer. Fame in the shape of Mr. P---t (By this time all the parish know it) Had told that thereabouts there lurked A wicked imp they call a poet, Who prowled the country far and near, Bewitched the children of the peasants, Dried up the cows and lamed the deer, And sucked the eggs and killed the pheasants. My lady heard their joint petition, Swore by her coronet and ermine, She\'d issue out her high commission To rid the manor of such vermin. The heroines undertook the task; Through lanes unknown, o\'er stiles they ventured, Rapped at the door nor stayed to ask, But bounce into the parlour entered. The trembling family they daunt, They flirt, they sing, they laugh, they tattle, Rummage his mother, pinch his aunt, And up stairs in a whirlwind rattle. Each hole and cupboard they explore, Each creek and cranny of his chamber, Run hurry-skurry round the floor, And o\'er the bed and tester clamber, Into the drawers and china pry, Papers and books, a huge imbroglio! Under a tea-cup he might lie, Or creased, like dogs-ears, in a folio. On the first marching of the troops The Muses, hopeless of his pardon, Conveyed him underneath their hoops To a small closet in the garden. So Rumour says (who will, believe) But that they left the door ajar, Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve, He heard the distant din of war. Short was his joy. He little knew The power of magic was no fable. Out of the window, whisk, they flew, But left a spell upon the table. The words too eager to unriddle, The poet felt a strange disorder: Transparent birdlime formed the middle, And chains invisible the border. So cunning was the apparatus, The powerful pothooks did so move him, That, will he, nill he, to the Great-House<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Great-House</emph>] So the Country People call it. [<bibl>Garrett MS.</bibl>] </note> He went, as if the Devil drove him. Yet no his way (no sign of grace, For folks in fear are apt to pray) To Phoebus he preferred his case, And begged his aid that dreadful day. The godhead would have backed his quarrel, But, with a blush on recollection, Owned that his quiver and his laurel \'Gainst four such eyes were no protection. The court was sate, the culprit there, Forth from their gloomy mansions creeping The Lady Janes and Joans repair, And from the gallery stand peeping: Such as in silence of the night Come (sweep) along some winding entry (Styack<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Styack</emph>] The House-Keeper. </note> has often seen the sight) Or at the chapel-door stand sentry; In peaked hoods and mantles tarnished, Sour visages, enough to scare ye, High dames of honour once, that garnished The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary! The peeress comes. The audience stare, And doff their hats with due submission: She curtsies, as she takes her chair, To all the people of condition. The bard with many an artful fib Had in imagination fenced him, Disproved the arguments of Squib,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Squib</emph>] [James Squibb] Groom of the Chambers. </note> And all that Groom<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Groom</emph>] The Steward. </note> could urge against him. But soon his rhetoric forsook him, When he the solemn hall had seen; A sudden fit of ague shook him, He stood as mute as poor Macleane.<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Macleane</emph>] A famous Highwayman hang\'d the week before. </note> Yet something he was heard to mutter, \'How in the park beneath an old-tree \'(Without design to hurt the butter, \'Or any malice to the poultry,) \'He once or twice had penned a sonnet; \'Yet hoped that he might save his bacon: \'Numbers would give their oaths upon it, \'He ne\'er was for a conjurer taken.\' The ghostly prudes with hagged face Already had condemned the sinner. My lady rose and with a grace--- She smiled, and bid him come to dinner. \'Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget, \'Why, what can the Viscountess mean?\' (Cried the square hoods in woeful fidget) \'The times are altered quite and clean! \'Decorum\'s turned to mere civility; \'Her air and all her manners show it. \'Commend me to her affability! \'Speak to a commoner and poet!\' <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">(Here 500 stanzas are lost.)</emph> And so God save our noble King, And guard us from long-winded lubbers, That to eternity would sing, And keep my lady from her rubbers. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Caradoc.English.1716_cara:','[Caradoc] Have ye seen the tusky boar, Or the bull, with sullen roar, On surrounding foes advance? So Caradoc bore his lance. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Conan.English.1716_cona:','[Conan] Conan\'s name, my lay, rehearse, Build to him the lofty verse, Sacred tribute of the bard, Verse, the hero\'s sole reward. As the flame\'s devouring force; As the whirlwind in its course; As the thunder\'s fiery stroke, Glancing on the shivered oak; Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.CoupletaboutBirds.English.1716_coub:','[Couplet about Birds] There pipes the woodlark, and the song-thrush there Scatters his loose notes in the waste of air. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.DePrincipiisCogitandiLiberPrimusAdFavonium.Catalan.1716_lt05:','<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">De Principiis Cogitandi.</emph> <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />Liber Primus. Ad Favonium. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Plan of the Poem.</note> Unde Animus scire incipiat: quibus inchoet orsa Principiis seriem rerum, tenuemque catenam Mnemosyne: Ratio unde rudi sub pectore tardum Augeat imperium; et primum mortalibus aegris Ira, Dolor, Metus, et Curae nascantur inanes, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Invocation to Mr Lock.</note> Hinc canere aggredior. Nec dedignare canentem, Oh decus! Angliacae certe oh lux altera gentis! Si qua primus iter monstras, vestigia conor Signare incerta, tremulaque insistere planta. Quin potius duc ipse (potes namque omnia) sanctum Ad limen, (si rite adeo, si pectore puro,) Obscurae reserans Naturae ingentia claustra. Tu caecas rerum causas, fontemque severum Pande, Pater; tibi enim, tibi, veri magne Sacerdos, Corda patent hominum, atque altae penetralia Mentis. Tuque aures adhibe vacuas, facilesque, Favoni, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Use & Extent of the Subject.</note> (Quod tibi crescit opus) simplex nec despice carmen, Nec vatem: non illa leves primordia motus, Quanquam parva, dabunt. Laetum vel amabile quicquid Usquam oritur, trahit hinc ortum; nec surgit ad auras, Quin ea conspirent simul, eventusque secundent: Hinc variae vitai artes, ac mollior usus, Dulce et amicitiae vinclum: Sapientia dia Hinc roseum accendit lumen, vultuque sereno Humanas aperit mentes, nova gaudia monstrans, Deformesque fugat curas, vanosque timores: Scilicet et rerum crescit pulcherrima Virtus. Illa etiam, quae te (mirum) noctesque diesque Assidue fovet inspirans, linguamque sequentem Temperat in numeros, atque horas mulcet inertes; Aurea non alia se jactat origine Musa. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Union of the Soul & Body.</note> Principio, ut magnum foedus Natura creatrix Firmavit, tardis jussitque inolescere membris Sublimes animas; tenebroso in carcere partem Noluit aetheream longo torpere veterno: Nec per se proprium passa exercere vigorem est, Ne sociae molis conjunctos sperneret artus, Ponderis oblita, et coelestis conscia flammae. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Office of the nervous System.</note> Idcirco innumero ductu tremere undique fibras Nervorum instituit: tum toto corpore miscens Implicuit late ramos, et sensile textum, Implevitque humore suo (seu lympha vocanda, Sive aura est; tenuis certe), atque levissima quaedam Vis versatur agens, parvosque infusa canales Perfluit; assidue externis quae concita plagis, Mobilis, incussique fidelis nuntia motus, Hinc inde accensa contage relabitur usque Ad superas hominis sedes, arcemque cerebri. Namque illic posuit solium, et sua templa sacravit <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Sensation, the Origin of our Ideas.</note> Mens animi: hanc circum coeunt, densoque feruntur Agmine notitiae, simulacraque tenuia rerum: Ecce autem naturae ingens aperitur imago Immensae, variique patent commercia mundi. Ac uti longinquis descendunt montibus amnes Velivolus Tamisis, flaventisque Indus arenae, Euphratesque, Tagusque, et opimo flumine Ganges; Undas quisque suas volvens, cursuque sonoro In mare prorumpunt: hos magno acclinis in antro Excipit Oceanus, natorumque ordine longo Dona recognoscit venientum, ultroque serenat Caeruleam faciem, et diffuso marmore ridet. Haud aliter species properant se inferre novellae Certatim menti, atque aditus quino agmine complent. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">The Touch, our first & most extensive Sense.</note> Primas tactus agit partes, primusque minutae Laxat iter caecum turbae, recipitque ruentem. Non idem huic modus est, qui fratribus: amplius ille Imperium affectat senior, penitusque medullis, Visceribusque habitat totis, pellisque recentem Funditur in telam, et late per stamina vivit. Necdum etiam matris puer eluctatus ab alvo Multiplices solvit tunicas, et vincula rupit; Sopitus molli somno, tepidoque liquore Circumfusus adhuc: tactus tamen aura lacessit Jamdudum levior sensus, animamque reclusit. Idque magis simul ac solitum blandumque calorem Frigore mutavit caeli, quod verberat acri Impete inassuetos artus: tum saevior adstat, Humanaeque comes vitae Dolor excipit; ille Cunctantem frustra, et tremulo multa ore querentem Corripit invadens, ferreisque amplectitur ulnis. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Sight, our second Sense.</note> Tum species primum patefacta est candida Lucis (Usque vices adeo Natura bonique, malique, Exaequat, justaque manu sua damna rependit) Tum primum, ignotosque bibunt nova lumina soles. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Digression on Light.</note> Carmine quo, Dea, te dicam, gratissima coeli Progenies, ortumque tuum; gemmantia rore Ut per prata levi lustras, et floribus halans Purpureum Veris gremium, scenamque virentem Pingis, et umbriferos colles, et caerula regna? Gratia te, Venerisque Lepos, et mille Colorum, Formarumque chorus sequitur, Motusque decentes. At caput invisum Stygiis Nox atra tenebris Abdidit, horrendaeque simul Formidinis ora, Pervigilesque aestus Curarum, atque anxius Angor: Undique Laetitia florent mortalia corda, Purus et arridet largis fulgoribus AEther. Omnia nec tu ideo invalidae se pandere Menti (Quippe nimis teneros posset vis tanta diei Perturbare, et inexpertos confundere visus) Nec capere infantes animos, neu cernere credas Tam variam molem, et mirae spectacula Lucis: <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Sight, imperfect at first, gradually improves.</note> Nescio qua tamen haec oculos dulcedine parvos Splendida percussit novitas, traxitque sequentes; Nonne videmus enim, latis inserta fenestris Sicubi se Phoebi dispergant aurea tela, Sive lucernarum rutilus colluxerit ardor, Extemplo huc obverti aciem, quae fixa repertos Haurit inexpletum radios, fruiturque tuendo. Altior huic vero sensu, majorque videtur Addita, Judicioque arcte connexa potestas, Quod simul atque aetas volventibus auxerit annis, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Ideas of Beauty, Proportion & Order.</note> Haec simul, assiduo depascens omnia visu, Perspiciet, vis quanta loci, quid polleat ordo, Juncturae quis honos, ut res accendere rebus Lumina conjurant inter se, et mutua fulgent. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Hearing, also improveable by the Judgement.</note> Nec minor in geminis viget auribus insita virtus, Nec tantum in curvis quae pervigil excubet antris Hinc atque hinc (ubi Vox tremefecerit ostia pulsu Aeriis invecta rotis) longeque recurset: Scilicet Eloquio haec sonitus, haec fulminis alas, Et mulcere dedit dictis et tollere corda, Verbaque metiri numeris, versuque ligare Repperit, et quicquid discant Libethrides undae, Calliope quoties, quoties Pater ipse canendi Evolvat liquidum carmen, calamove loquenti Inspiret dulces animas, digitisque figuret. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Taste.</note> At medias fauces, et linguae humentia templa Gustus habet, qua se insinuet jucunda saporum Luxuries, dona Autumni, Bacchique voluptas. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Smell.</note> Naribus interea consedit odora hominum vis, Docta leves captare auras, Panchaia quales Vere novo exhalat, Floraeve quod oscula fragrant Roscida, cum Zephyri furtim sub vesperis hora Respondet votis, mollemque aspirat amorem. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Reflection, the other Source of our Ideas.</note> Tot portas altae capitis circumdedit arci Alma Parens, sensusque vias per membra reclusit; Haud solas: namque intus agit vivata facultas, Qua sese explorat, contemplatusque repente Ipse suas animus vires, momentaque cernit. Quid velit, aut possit, capiat, fugiatve, vicissim Percipit imperio gaudens; neque corpora fallunt Morigera ad celeres actus, ac numina mentis. Qualis Hamadryadum quondam si forte sororum Una, novos peragrans saltus, et devia rura; (Atque illam in viridi suadet procumbere ripa Fontis pura quies, et opaci frigoris umbra) Dum prona in Latices speculi de margine pendet, Mirata est subitam venienti occurrere Nympham: Mox eosdem, quos ipsa, artus, eadem ora gerentem Una inferre gradus, una succedere sylvae Aspicit alludens; seseque agnoscit in undis. Sic sensu interno rerum simulacra suarum Mens ciet, et proprios observat conscia vultus. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Ideas approach the Soul, some by single Avenues, some by two, others by every Sense.</note> Nec vero simplex ratio, aut jus omnibus unum Constat imaginibus. Sunt quae bina ostia norunt; Hae privos servant aditus; sine legibus illae Passim, qua data porta, ruunt, animoque propinquant. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Illustration. Light, an Example of the first.</note> Respice, cui a cunis tristes extinxit ocellos, Saeva et in aeternas mersit natura tenebras: Illi ignota dies lucet, vernusque colorum Offusus nitor est, et vivae gratia formae. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Figure, Motion, Extension, of the second.</note> Corporis at filum, et motus, spatiumque, locique Intervalla datur certo dignoscere tactu: Quandoquidem his iter ambiguum est, et janua duplex, Exclusaeque oculis species irrumpere tendunt Per digitos. Atqui solis concessa potestas Luminibus blandae est radios immittere lucis. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Pleasure, Pain, of y<hi rend=\"super\">e</hi> 3<hi rend=\"super\">d</hi>.</note> Undique proporro sociis, quacunque patescit Notitiae campus, mistae lasciva feruntur Turba voluptatis comites, formaeque dolorum Terribiles visu, et porta glomerantur in omni. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Also Power, Existence, Unity, Succession, Duration.</note> Nec vario minus introitu magnum ingruit Illud, Quo facere et fungi, quo res existere circum Quamque sibi proprio cum corpore scimus, et ire Ordine, perpetuoque per aevum flumine labi. Nunc age quo valeat pacto, qua sensilis arte <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Primary Qualities of Bodies.</note> Affectare viam, atque animi tentare latebras Materies (dictis aures adverte faventes) Exsequar. Inprimis spatii quam multa per aequor Millia multigenis pandant se corpora seclis, Expende. Haud unum invenies, quod mente licebit Amplecti, nedum proprius deprendere sensu, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"margin\">Magnitude, Solidity, Mobility, Texture, Figure.</note> Molis egens certae, aut solido sine robore, cujus Denique mobilitas linquit, texturave partes, Ulla nec orarum circumcaesura coercet. Haec conjuncta adeo tota compage fatetur Mundus, et extremo clamant in limine rerum, (Si rebus datur Extremum) primordia. Firmat Haec eadem tactus (tactum quis dicere falsum Audeat?) haec oculi nec lucidus arguit orbis. Inde potestatum enasci densissima proles Nam quodcunque ferit visum, tangive laborat Quicquid nare bibis, vel concava concipit auris, Quicquid lingua sapit, credas hoc omne, necesse est Ponderibus, textu, discursu, mole, figura Particulas praestare leves, et semina rerum. Nunc oculos igitur pascunt, et luce ministra Fulgere cuncta vides, spargique coloribus orbem Dum de sole trahunt alias, aliasque superne Detorquent, retroque docent se vertere flammas. Nunc trepido inter se fervent corpuscula pulsu, Ut tremor aethera per magnum, lateque natantes Aurarum fluctus avidi vibrantia claustra Auditus queat allabi, sonitumque propaget. Cominus interdum non ullo interprete per se Nervorum invadunt teneras quatientia fibras, Sensiferumque urgent ultro per viscera motum. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.DePrincipiisCogitandiLiberSecundus.Catalan.1716_lt06:','<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">De Principiis Cogitandi.</emph> <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />Liber Secundus. Hactenus haud segnis Naturae arcana retexi Musarum interpres, primusque Britanna per arva Romano liquidum deduxi flumine rivum. Cum Tu opere in medio, spes tanti et causa laboris, Linquis, et aeternam fati te condis in umbram! Vidi egomet duro graviter concussa dolore Pectora, in alterius non unquam lenta dolorem; Et languere oculos vidi, et pallescere amantem Vultum, quo nunquam Pietas nisi rara, Fidesque, Altus amor Veri, et purum spirabat Honestum. Visa tamen tardi demum inclementia morbi Cessare est, reducemque iterum roseo ore Salutem Speravi, atque una tecum, dilecte Favoni! Credulus heu longos, ut quondam, fallere Soles: Heu spes nequicquam dulces, atque irrita vota! Heu maestos Soles, sine te quos ducere flendo Per desideria, et questus jam cogor inanes! At Tu, sancta anima, et nostri non indiga luctus, Stellanti templo, sincerique aetheris igne, Unde orta es, fruere; atque oh si secura, nec ultra Mortalis, notos olim miserata labores Respectes, tenuesque vacet cognoscere curas; Humanam si forte alta de sede procellam Contemplere, metus stimulosque cupidinis acres, Gaudiaque et gemitus, parvoque in corde tumultum Irarum ingentem, et saevos sub pectore fluctus: Respice et has lacrymas, memori quas ictus amore Fundo; quod possum, juxta lugere sepulchrum Dum juvat, et mutae vana haec jactare favillae. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ElegiacVerses.Catalan.1716_lt07:','[Elegiac Verses] Qua Trebiae glaucas salices intersecat unda, Arvaque Romanis nobilitata malis. Visus adhuc amnis veteri de clade rubere, Et suspirantes ducere maestus aquas; Maurorumque ala, et nigrae increbrescere turmae, Et pulsa Ausonidum ripa sonare fuga. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ElegyWritteninaCountryChurchyard.English.1716_elcc:','Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard [Era gia l\' ora, che volge \'l disio A\' naviganti, e \'ntenerisce \'l cuore Lo di ch\' han detto a\' dolci amici addio: E che lo nuovo peregrin d\' amore Punge, se ode] — squilla di lontano Che paia \'l giorno pianger, che si muore. [(It was already the hour which turns back the desire Of the sailors, and melts their hearts, The day that they have said good-bye to their sweet friends, And which pierces the new pilgrim with love, If he hears) — from afar the bell Which seems to mourn the dying day.] The lowing herd wind slowly o\'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such, as wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree\'s shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock\'s shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire\'s return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e\'er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o\'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour\'s voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne\'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country\'s blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o\'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation\'s eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse\'s flame. Far from the madding crowd\'s ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet even these bones from insult to protect Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e\'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev\'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Ch\'i veggio nel pensier, dolce mio fuoco, Fredda una lingua, & due begli occhi chiusi Rimaner doppo noi pien di faville. [For I see in my thoughts, my sweet fire, One cold tongue, and two beautiful closed eyes Will remain full of sparks after our death.] For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, \'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn \'Brushing with hasty steps the dews away \'To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. \'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech \'That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, \'His listless length at noontide would he stretch, \'And pore upon the brook that babbles by. \'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, \'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, \'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, \'Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. \'One morn I missed him on the customed hill, \'Along the heath and near his favourite tree; \'Another came; nor yet beside the rill, \'Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; \'The next with dirges due in sad array \'Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. \'Approach and read (for thou can\'st read) the lay, \'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.\' The Epitaph Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown. Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompence as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven (\'twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>— paventosa speme. [— fearful hope]</q> <bibl> <emph>Petrarch. Son.</emph> 114. [115 in usual enumeration]</bibl> </note> repose) The bosom of his Father and his God. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.EpitaphonaChild.English.1716_epld:','[Epitaph on a Child] Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies A child, the darling of his parents\' eyes: A gentler lamb ne\'er sported on the plain, A fairer flower will never bloom again. Few were the days allotted to his breath; Now let him sleep in peace his night of death. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.EpitaphonMrsClerke.English.1716_epmc:','[Epitaph on Mrs Clerke] Lo! where this silent marble weeps, A friend, a wife, a mother sleeps: A heart, within whose sacred cell The peaceful virtues loved to dwell. Affection warm, and faith sincere, And soft humanity were there. In agony, in death, resigned, She felt the wound she left behind. Her infant image, here below, Sits smiling on a father\'s woe: Whom what awaits, while yet he strays Along the lonely vale of days? A pang, to secret sorrow dear; A sigh; an unavailing tear; Till time shall every grief remove, With life, with memory, and with love. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.EpitaphonMrsMason.English.1716_epmm:','[Epitaph on Mrs Mason] Tell them, though \'tis an awful thing to die (\'Twas ev\'n to thee) yet the dread path once trod, Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high And bids \'\'the pure in heart behold their God.\'\' '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.EpitaphonSirWilliamWilliams.English.1716_epww:','[Epitaph on Sir William Williams] Here, foremost in the dangerous paths of fame, Young Williams fought for England\'s fair renown; His mind each Muse, each Grace adorned his frame, Nor Envy dared to view him with a frown. At Aix uncalled his maiden sword he drew, (There first in blood his infant glory sealed); From fortune, pleasure, science, love, he flew, And scorned repose when Britain took the field. With eyes of flame and cool intrepid breast, Victor he stood on Belle Isle\'s rocky steeps; Ah gallant youth! this marble tells the rest, Where melancholy Friendship bends and weeps. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.FarewelltoFlorence.Catalan.1716_lt08:','[Farewell to Florence] . . . oh Faesulae, amoena Frigoribus juga, nec nimium spirantibus auris! Alma quibus Tusci Pallas decus Apennini Esse dedit, glaucaque sua canescere sylva. Non ego vos posthac Arni de valle videbo Porticibus circum, et candenti cincta corona Villarum longe nitido consurgere dorso, Antiquamve aedem, et veteres praeferre cupressus Mirabor, tectisque super pendentia tecta. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.FromPetrarchLibISonett170.Catalan.1716_lt09:','From Petrarch. Lib: I: Sonett: 170 Lasso ch\' i ardo, & [ed] altri non me \'l crede, &c: <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" /> [\'Alas because I am aflame, and some one does not believe it of me. . . .\'] Uror io! veros at nemo credidit ignes: quin credunt omnes; dura sed illa negat. Illa negat, soli volumus cui posse probare: quin videt, et visos improba dissimulat. Ah durissima mi, sed et ah pulcherrima rerum! nonne animam in misera, Cynthia, fronte vides? Omnibus illa pia est, et, si non fata vetassent, tam longas mentem flecteret ad lachrymas. Sed tamen has lachrymas, hunc tu, quem spreveris, ignem, carminaque auctori non bene culta suo Turba futurorum non ignorabit amantum: nos duo, cumque erimus parvus uterque cinis, Jamque faces, eheu! oculorum, et frigida lingua hae sine luce jacent, immemor illa loqui: Infelix Musa aeternos spirabit amores, ardebitque urna multa favilla mea. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Gratiamagna.Catalan.1716_lt11:','[Gratia magna] Gratia magna tuae fraudi quod Pectore, Nice, non geret hoc ultra regna superba Venus: Respirare licet tandem misero mihi; tandem appensa in sacro pariete vincla vides. Nunquam . . . urar; liber sum: crede doloso suppositus cineri non latet ullus amor: Praesto non ira est, cujus se celet amictu; sera, sed et rediit vix mihi nota quies. Nec nomen si forte tuum pervenit ad aures, pallor, et alternus surgit in ore rubor, Corda nec incerto trepidant salientia pulsu irrigat aut furtim lacrima fusa genas. Non tua per somnos crebra obversatur imago non animo ante omnes tu mihi mane redis. Te loquor; at tener ille silet sub pectore sensus, nec, quod ades, laetor; nec quod abes, doleo. Rivalem tacitus patior; securus eburnea quin ego colla simul laudo, manusque tuas. Longa nec indignans refero periuria: prodis obvia, mens certa sede colorque manet. Quin faciles risus, vultusve assume superbos, spernentem sperno, nec cupio facilem. Nescit ocellorum, ut quondam, penetrabile fulgur ah! nimium molles pectoris ire vias; Non tam dulce rubent illi, mea cura, labelli iuris ut immemores, imperiique sui. Laetari possum, possum et maerere; sed a te gaudia nec veniunt, nec veniunt lacrimae. Tecum etiam nimii soles, et frigora laedunt vere suo sine te prata nemusque placent. Pulchra quidem facies, sed non tua sola videtur. (forsitan offendam rusticitate mea) Sed quiddam invenio culpandum, qua mihi nuper parte est praecipue visus inesse lepos. Cum primum evulsi fatale ex vulnere telum credebam, ut fatear, viscera et ipsa trahi. Luctanti rupere (pudor) suspiria pectus, tinxit et invitas plurima gutta genas. Aspera difficilem vicit medicina furorem; ille dolor saevus, sed magis asper amor. Aucupis insidiis, et arundine capta tenaci sic multo nisu vincula rupit avis: Plumarum laceros reparat breve tempus honores, nec cadit in similes cautior inde dolos. Tu tamen usque illam tibi fingis vivere flammam, et male me veteres dissimulare faces. Quod libertatem ostento, fractamque catenam, tantus et insolitae pacis in ore sonus. Praeteritos meminisse iubet natura dolores; quae quisque est passus, dulce pericla loqui: Enumerat miles sua vulnera; navita ventos narrat, et incautae saxa inimica rati. Sic ego servitium durum, et tua regna. Laborant Nice, nullam a te quaerere dicta fidem; Nil nimium haec mandata student tibi velle placere, nec rogito, quali perlegis ore notas. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Horridostractus.Spanish.1716_lt12:','[Horridos tractus] Horridos tractus, Boreaeque linquens Regna Taurini fera, molliorem Advehor brumam, Genuaeque amantes Litora soles. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Hymeneal.Catalan.1716_lt13:','[Hymeneal] Ignarae nostrum mentes, et inertia corda, Dum curas regum, et Sortem miseramur iniquam, Quae Solio affixit, vetuitque calescere flamma Dulci, quae dono Divum, gratissima serpit Viscera per, mollesque animis lene implicat aestus; Nec teneros sensus, Veneris nec praemia norunt, Eloquiumve oculi, aut facunda silentia linguae: Scilicet ignorant lacrymas, saevosque dolores, Dura rudimenta, et violentae exordia flammae; Scilicet ignorant, quae flumine tinxit amaro Tela <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Venus</hi>, caecique armamentaria Divi, Irasque, insidiasque, et tacitum sub pectore vulnus; Namque sub ingressu, primoque in limine Amoris Luctus et ultrices posuere cubilia Curae; Intus habent dulces Risus, et Gratia sedem, Et roseis resupina toris, roseo ore Voluptas: Regibus huc faciles aditus; communia spernunt Ostia, jamque expers duris custodibus istis Panditur accessus, penetraliaque intima Templi. Tuque Oh! <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Angliacis,</hi> Princeps, spes optima regnis, Ne tantum, ne finge metum; quid imagine captus Haeres, et mentem pictura pascis inani? Umbram miraris: nec longum tempus, et Ipsa Ibit in amplexus, thalamosque ornabit ovantes. Ille tamen tabulis inhians longum haurit amorem, Affatu fruitur tacito, auscultatque tacentem Immemor artificis calami, risumque, ruboremque Aspicit in fucis, pictaeque in virginis ore: Tanta <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Venus</hi> potuit; tantus tenet error amantes. Nascere, magna Dies, qua sese Augusta <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Britanno</hi> Committat Pelago, patriamque relinquat amoenam; Cujus in adventum jam nunc tria regna secundos Attolli in plausus, dulcique accensa furore Incipiunt agitare modos, et carmina dicunt: Ipse animo sedenim juvenis comitatur euntem, Explorat ventos, atque auribus aera captat, Atque auras, atque astra vocat crudelia; pectus Intentum exultat, surgitque arrecta cupido; Incusat spes aegra fretum, solitoque videtur Latior effundi pontus, fluctusque morantes. Nascere, Lux major, qua sese Augusta <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Britanno</hi> Committat juveni totam, propriamque dicabit; At citius (precor) Oh! cedas melioribus astris: Nox finem pompae, finemque imponere curis Possit, et in thalamos furtim deducere nuptam; Sufficiat requiemque viris, et amantibus umbras: Adsit <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Hymen,</hi> et subridens cum matre <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Cupido</hi> Accedant, sternantque toros, ignemque ministrent; Ilicet haud pictae incandescit imagine formae Ulterius juvenis, verumque agnoscit amorem. Sculptile sicut ebur, faciemque arsisse venustam <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Pygmaliona</hi> canunt; ante hanc suspiria ducit, Alloquiturque amens, flammamque et vulnera narrat; Implorata <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Venus</hi> jussit cum vivere signum, Foemineam inspirans animam; quae gaudia surgunt, Audiit ut primae nascentia murmura linguae, Luctari in vitam, et paulatim volvere ocellos Sedulus, aspexitque nova splendescere flamma; Corripit amplexu vivam, jamque oscula jungit Acria confestim, recipitque rapitque; prioris Immemor ardoris, Nymphaeque oblitus eburneae. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.HymntoIgnoranceAFragment.English.1716_hyig:','[Hymn to Ignorance. A Fragment] Hail, horrors, hail! ye ever-gloomy bowers, Ye gothic fanes and antiquated towers, Where rushy Camus\' slowly-winding flood Perpetual draws his humid train of mud: Glad I revisit thy neglected reign; Oh, take me to thy peaceful shade again. But chiefly thee, whose influence breathed from high Augments the native darkness of the sky; Ah, Ignorance! soft salutary power! Prostrate with filial reverence I adore. Thrice hath Hyperion rolled his annual race, Since weeping I forsook thy fond embrace. Oh say, successful dost thou still oppose Thy leaden aegis \'gainst our ancient foes? Still stretch, tenacious of thy right divine, The massy sceptre o\'er thy slumbering line? And dews Lethean through the land dispense To steep in slumbers each benighted sense? If any spark of wit\'s delusive ray Break out, and flash a momentary day, With damp, cold touch forbid it to aspire, And huddle up in fogs the dangerous fire. Oh say---she hears me not, but, careless grown, Lethargic nods upon her ebon throne. Goddess! awake, arise! alas, my fears! Can powers immortal feel the force of years? Not thus of old, with ensigns wide unfurled, She rode triumphant o\'er the vanquished world; Fierce nations owned her unresisted might, And all was Ignorance, and all was Night. Oh! sacred age! Oh! times for ever lost! (The schoolman\'s glory, and the churchman\'s boast.) For ever gone---yet still to Fancy new, Her rapid wings the transient scene pursue, And bring the buried ages back to view. High on her car, behold the grandam ride Like old Sesostris with barbaric pride; ... a team of harnessed monarchs bend ... '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ImitatedfromBuondelmonte.Catalan.1716_lt14:','Imitated [from Buondelmonte] Lusit amicitiae interdum velatus amictu, et bene composita veste fefellit Amor. Mox irae assumsit cultus, faciemque minantem, inque odium versus, versus et in lacrymas: Ludentem fuge, nec lacrymanti, aut crede furenti: idem est dissimili semper in ore Deus. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ImitatedFromPropertiusLib2Eleg1.English.1716_imp2:','[Imitated] From Propertius. Lib: 2: Eleg: 1. To Maecenas You ask why thus my loves I still rehearse, Whence the soft strain and ever-melting verse: From Cynthia all that in my numbers shines; She is my genius, she inspires the lines; No Phoebus else, no other muse I know; She tunes my easy rhyme and gives the lay to flow. If the loose curls around her forehead play, Or lawless o\'er their ivory margin stray; If the thin Coan web her shape reveal, And half disclose those limbs it should conceal; Of those loose curls, that ivory front, I write, Of the dear web whole volumes I indite. Or if to music she the lyre awake, That the soft subject of my song I make, And sing with what a careless grace she flings Her artful hand across the sounding strings. If sinking into sleep she seem to close Her languid lids, I favour her repose With lulling notes, and thousand beauties see That slumber brings to aid my poetry. When less averse and yielding to desires, She half accepts and half rejects my fires; While to retain the envious lawn she tries, And struggles to elude my longing eyes; The fruitful muse from that auspicious night Dates the long Iliad of the amorous fight. In brief, whate\'er she do, or say, or look, \'Tis ample matter for a lover\'s book; And many a copious narrative you\'ll see, Big with important nothing\'s history. Yet would the tyrant Love permit me raise My feeble voice to sound the victor\'s praise, To paint the hero\'s toil, the ranks of war, The laurelled triumph and the sculptured car, No giant-race, no tumult of the skies, No mountain-structures in my verse should rise; Nor tale of Thebes or Ilium there should be, Or how the Persian trod the indignant sea; Not Marius\' Cimbrian wreaths would I relate, Nor lofty Carthage struggling with her fate. Here should Augustus great in arms appear, And thou, Maecenas, be my second care; Here Mutina from flames and famine free, And there the ensanguined wave of Sicily, And sceptred Alexandria\'s captive shore, And sad Philippi red with Roman gore. Then, while the vaulted skies loud Ios rend, In golden chains should loaded monarchs bend, And hoary Nile with pensive aspect seem To mourn the glories of his sevenfold stream, While prows, that late in fierce encounter met, Move through the sacred way and vainly threat. Thee too the muse should consecrate to fame, And with his garlands weave thy ever-faithful name; But nor Callimachus\' enervate strain May tell of Jove and Phlegra\'s blasted plain, Nor I with unaccustomed vigour trace Back to its source divine the Julian race. Sailors to tell of winds and seas delight, The shepherd of his flocks, the soldier of the fight; A milder warfare I in verse display; Each in his proper art should waste the day. Nor thou my gentle calling disapprove: To die is glorious in the bed of love. Happy the youth, and not unknown to fame, Whose heart has never felt a second flame. Oh, might that envied happiness be mine! To Cynthia all my wishes I confine; Or if, alas! it be my fate to try Another love, the quicker let me die. But she, the mistress of my faithful breast, Has oft the charms of constancy confessed, Condemns her fickle sex\'s fond mistake, And hates the tale of Troy for Helen\'s sake. Me from myself the soft enchantress stole: Ah! let her ever my desires control. Or if I fall the victim of her scorn, From her loved door may my pale corse be borne. The power of herbs can other harms remove, And find a cure for every ill but love. The Melian\'s hurt Machaon could repair, Heal the slow chief and send again to war; To Chiron Phoenix owed his long-lost sight, And Phoebus\' son recalled Androgeon to the light. Here arts are vain, even magic here must fail, The powerful mixture and the midnight spell. The hand that can my captive heart release And to this bosom give its wonted peace, May the long thirst of Tantalus allay, Or drive the infernal vulture from his prey. For ills unseen what remedy is found, Or who can probe the undiscovered wound? The bed avails not or the leech\'s care, Nor changing skies can hurt nor sultry air. \'Tis hard the elusive symptoms to explore: Today the lover walks, tomorrow is no more; A train of mourning friends attend his pall, And wonder at the sudden funeral. When then my fates that breath they gave shall claim, When the short marble but preserves a name, A little verse, my all that shall remain, Thy passing courser\'s slackened speed retain (Thou envied honour of thy poet\'s days, Of all our youth the ambition and the praise!); Then to my quiet urn awhile draw near, And say, while o\'er the place you drop a tear, Love and the fair were of his life the pride; He lived while she was kind, and, when she frowned, he died. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ImitatedfromPropertiusLib3Eleg5.English.1716_imp3:','Imitated from Propertius, Lib: 3: Eleg: 5: Love, gentle power, to peace was e\'er a friend: Before the goddess\' shrine we too, love\'s votaries, bend. Still may his bard in softer fights engage: Wars hand to hand with Cynthia let me wage. Long as of youth the joyous hours remain, Me may Castalia\'s sweet recess detain, Fast by the umbrageous vale lulled to repose, Where Aganippe warbles as it flows; Or roused by sprightly sounds from out the trance, I\'d in the ring knit hands and join the Muses\' dance. Give me to send the laughing bowl around, My soul in Bacchus\' pleasing fetters bound; Let on this head unfading flowers reside, There bloom the vernal rose\'s earliest pride; And when, our flames commissioned to destroy, Age step \'twixt love and me, and intercept our joy; When my changed head these locks no more shall know, And all its jetty honours turn to snow; Then let me rightly spell of nature\'s ways. To Providence, to him my thoughts I\'d raise, Who taught this vast machine its steadfast laws, That first, eternal, universal Cause; Search to what regions yonder star retires, Who monthly waning hides her paly fires, And whence, anew revived, with silver light Relumes her crescent orb to cheer the dreary night; How rising winds the face of ocean sweep; Where lie the eternal fountains of the deep; And whence the cloudy magazines maintain Their wintry war or pour the autumnal rain; How flames perhaps, with dire confusion hurled, Shall sink this beauteous fabric of the world; What colours paint the vivid arch of Jove; What wondrous force the solid earth can move, When Pindus\' self approaching ruin dreads, Shakes all his pines and bows his hundred heads; Why does yon orb, so exquisitely bright, Obscure his radiance in a short-lived night; Whence the Seven Sisters\' congregated fires, And what Bootes\' lazy wagon tires; How the rude surge its sandy bounds control; Who measured out the year and bade the seasons roll; If realms beneath those fabled torments know, Pangs without respite, fires that ever glow; Earth\'s monster-brood stretched on their iron bed; The hissing terrors round Alecto\'s head; Scarce to nine acres Tityus\' bulk confined; The triple dog that scares the shadowy kind; All angry heaven inflicts or hell can feel, The pendent rock, Ixion\'s whirling wheel, Famine at feasts and thirst amid the stream. Or are our fears the enthusiast\'s empty dream, And all the scenes that hurt the grave\'s repose, But pictured horror and poetic woes? These soft, inglorious joys my hours engage; Be love my youth\'s pursuit and science crown my age. You, whose young bosoms feel a nobler flame, Redeem what Crassus lost and vindicate his name. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Impromptus.English.1716_impr:','[Impromptus] Extempore by Mr. Gr[ay]. on Dr. K[eene]. B[ishop]. of C[hester]. The Bishop of Chester Though wiser than Nestor And fairer than Esther, If you scratch him will fester. One day the Bishop having offered to give a Gentleman a Goose, Mr. Gr[ay]. composed his Epitaph, thus. Here lies Edmund Keene Lord Bishop of Chester, He eat a fat goose and could not digest her--- And this upon his Lady— Here lies Mrs Keene the Bishop of Chester, She had a bad face which did sadly molest her. Impromptu by Mr. Gray going out of Raby Castle Here lives Harry Vane, Very good claret and fine champagne. A Couplet by Mr. Gray When you rise from your dinner as light as before, \'Tis a sign you have eat just enough and no more. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.In5tamNovembris.Catalan.1716_lt16:','In 5<hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" rend=\"super\">tam</hi> Novembris Lis anceps, multosque diu protracta per annos, judice nec facile dissoluenda fuit; Cui tribuenda modo sceleratae premia palmae? quem merito tantus nobilitaret honos? Multa sibi Romae saevi ascivere tyranni, multa sibi primus, posteriorque Nero: Qui retulit praedam nostro de litore Conchas: quem dedit ex pura Flavia stirpe domus: Multa sibi Phalaris petiit, Trinacria pestis; diraque causa tui, magna Diana, rogi: Quaeque referre mora est, portenta replentia famae invitae annales, crimine nota suo. At demum innumeris belli Anglia clara triumphis militis ostentat parta tropaea manu; Nec satis est, gemina palma insignita nitere artibus et bellis, orbis et esse decus; Accedat nactae sceleris nisi gloria famae, et laudis numeros impleat illa suae: Ex natis surgit mens aspernata priores, et tentare novas ingeniosa vias, Quae caecis novit Martem sepelire latebris, tectosque a visu Solis habere dolos; Scilicet, ut fallat, non ire in viscera terrae, non dubitat simili clade vel ipse mori. Jamque incepit opus: careat successibus, opto; et vetet inceptum Fors, precor, istud opus: Nec frustra; effulget subito lux aurea caeli, (aspice) rimanti dum domus atra patet; Reclusamque vides fraudem, letique labores, antraque miraris sulphure foeta suo: Quod si venturi haec armamentaria fati panderat haud sacri gratia dia poli; Jure scelus se jactaret, procerumque ruina tantum una gentem perdomuisse manu. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.InDiem29amMaii.Catalan.1716_lt15:','In D[iem]: 29<hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" rend=\"super\">am</hi> Maii Bella per Angliacos plusquam civilia campos Praeteritae videre dies: desaevit Enyo, Tempestasque jacet; circum vestigia flammae Delentur, pacisque iterum consurgit imago: Littore, quo nuper Martis fremuere procellae, Alcyone tutum struit imperterrita nidum. Reddita spes solii regno, regemque vagantem Patria chara tenet, dictisque affatur amicis. Quas ego te terras, quot per discrimina vectum Accipio, quantis jactatum, Nate, periclis? Quam metui, nequid tibi Gallica regna nocerent, Belgarumque plagae, perjuraque Scotia patri! Quam tremui, cum laeva tuas Vigornia turmas Fudit praecipites, hostemque remisit ovantem! Tuque, Arbor, nostrae felix tutela coronae, Gloria camporum, et luci regina vocare: Tota tibi sylva assurget, quae fronde dedisti Securas latebras, nemorosa palatia regi; Sacra Jovi Latio quondam, nunc sacra Britanno. Olim factus honos, illi velasse capillos, Qui leto civem abripuit, salvumque reduxit; Jam potes ipsa tribus populis praestare salutem. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.InscriptionforaWoodinaPark.ModernGreek1453.1716_inaw:','Inscription for a Wood in a Park Ἁζόμενος πολύθηρον ἑκηβόλου ἄλσος Ἀνάσσας, τᾶς δεινᾶς τεμένη λεῖπε, κυναγὲ, θεᾶς· Μοῦνοι ἄρ᾽ ἔνθα κύνων ζαθέων κλαγγεῦσιν ὑλαγμοὶ, ἀνταχεῖς Νυμϕᾶν ἀγροτερᾶν κελάδῳ. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.InvitationtoMason.English.1716_inma:','[Invitation to Mason] Prim Hurd attends your call and Palgrave proud, Stonhewer the lewd and Delaval the loud. For thee does Powell squeeze and Marriott sputter, And Glynn cut phizzes and Tom Nevile stutter. Brown sees thee sitting on his nose\'s tip, The Widow feels thee in her aching hip, For thee fat Nanny sighs and handy Nelly, And Balguy with a bishop in his belly! '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.LatinexercisefromtheTatler.French.1716_lt17:','[Latin exercise from the <hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Tatler</hi>] . . . pluviaeque loquaces Descendere jugis, et garrulus ingruit imber. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.LatinversesatEton.Catalan.1716_lt18:','[Latin verses at Eton] —Quem te Deus esse Jussit et humana qua parte locatus es in re Disce— Pendet Homo incertus gemini ad confinia mundi Cui parti accedat dubius; consurgere stellis An socius velit, an terris ingloria moles Reptare, ac muto se cum grege credere campis: Inseruisse choro divum hic se jactat, et audet Telluremque vocare suam, fluctusque polumque, Et quodcunque videt, proprios assumit in usus. \'Me propter jam vere expergefacta virescit \'Natura in flores, herbisque illudit, amatque \'Pingere telluris gremium, mihi vinea foetu \'Purpureo turget, dulcique rubescit honore; \'Me rosa, me propter liquidos exhalat odores; \'Luna mihi pallet, mihi Olympum Phoebus inaurat, \'Sidera mi lucent, volvunturque aequora ponti.\' Sic secum insistit, tantumque haec astra decores AEstimat esse suae sedis, convexaque coeli Ingentes scenas, vastique aulaea theatri. At tibi per deserta fremit, tibi tigris acerbum Succenset, nemorum fulmen, Gangeticus horror? Te propter mare se tollit, surgitque tumultu? Hic ubi rimari, atque impallescere libris Perstitit, anne valet qua vi connexa per aevum Conspirent elementa sibi, serventque tenorem; Sufficiant scatebrae unde mari, fontesque perennes Jugis aquae fluviis, unde aether sidera pascat, Pandere? nequaquam: secreta per avia mundi Debile carpit iter, vix, et sub luce maligna Pergit, et incertam tendit trepidare per umbram. Fata obstant; metam Parcae posuere sciendi, Et dixere: veni huc, Doctrina, hic terminus esto. Non super aethereas errare licentius auras Humanum est, at scire hominem; breve limite votum Exiguo claudat, nec se quaesiverit extra. Errat, qui cupit oppositos transcendere fines, Extenditque manus ripae ulterioris amore; Illic gurges hiat late, illic saeva vorago, Et caligantes longis ambagibus umbrae. Oceani fontes, et regna sonantia fluctu, Machina stellantis coeli, terraeque cavernae Nullis laxantur mortalibus, isque aperiret Haec qui arcana poli, magnumque recluderet aequor, Frangeret aeternos nexus, mundique catenam. Plurimus (hic error, demensque libido lacessit) In superos, coelumque ruit, sedesque relinquit, Quas natura dedit proprias, jussitque tueri. Humani sortem generis pars altera luget Invidet armento, et campi sibi vindicat herbam. \'Oh quis me in pecoris felicia transferet arva, \'In loca pastorum deserta, atque otia dia? \'Cur mihi non Lyncisve oculi, vel odora canum vis \'Additur, aut gressus cursu glomerare potestas? \'Aspice, ubi, tenues dum texit aranea casses, \'Funditur in telam et late per stamina vivit! \'Quid mihi non tactus eadem exquisita facultas, \'Taurorumve tori solidi, pennaeve volucrum?\' Pertaesos sortis doceant responsa silere. Si tanto valeas contendere acumine visus, Et graciles penetrare atomos; non aethera possis Suspicere, aut lati spatium comprendere ponti. Vis si adsit major naris; quam, vane, doleres, Extinctus fragranti aura, dulcique veneno! Si tactus, tremat hoc corpus, solidoque dolore Ardeat in membris, nervoque laboret in omni; Sive auris, fragor exanimet, cum rumpitur igne Fulmineo coelum, totusque admurmurat aether: Quam demum humanas, priscasque requirere dotes Attonitus nimium cuperes, nimiumque reverti In solitam speciem, veterique senescere forma. Nubila seu tentes, vetitumque per aera surgas, Sive rudes poscas sylvas, et lustra ferarum; Falleris; in medio solium Sapientia fixit. Desine sectari majora, minorave sorte, Quam Deus, et rerum attribuit natura creatrix. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.LinesonDrRobertSmith.English.1716_lods:','[Lines on Dr Robert Smith] Do you ask why old Focus Silvanus defies, And leaves not a chestnut in being? \'Tis not that old Focus himself has got eyes, But because he has writ about seeing. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.LinesontheAccessionofGeorgeIII.English.1716_log3:','Lines on the Accession of George III The Old One\'s dead, And in his stead, The New One takes his place; Then sing and sigh, And laugh and cry, With dismal cheerful face. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.LinesSpokenbytheGhostofJohnDennisatthe.English.1716_lojd:','[Lines Spoken by the Ghost of John Dennis at the Devil Tavern] From purling streams and the Elysian scene, From groves that smile with never-fading green, I reascend: in Atropos\' despite Restored to Celadon and upper light. Ye gods, that sway the regions under ground, Reveal to mortal view your realms profound; At his command admit the eye of day: When Celadon commands, what god can disobey? Nor seeks he your Tartarean fires to know, The house of torture and the abyss of woe; But happy fields and mansions free from pain, Gay meads and springing flowers, best please the gentle swain. That little, naked, melancholy thing, My soul, when first she tried her flight to wing, Began with speed new regions to explore, And blundered through a narrow postern door. First most devoutly having said its prayers, It tumbled down a thousand pair of stairs, Through entries long, through cellars vast and deep, Where ghostly rats their habitations keep, Where spiders spread their webs and owlish goblins sleep. After so many chances had befell, It came into a mead of asphodel: Betwixt the confines of the light and dark It lies, of \'Lysium the St. James\'s Park. Here spirit-beaux flutter along the Mall, And shadows in disguise skate o\'er the iced Canal; Here groves embowered and more sequestered shades, Frequented by the ghosts of ancient maids, Are seen to rise. The melancholy scene, With gloomy haunts and twilight walks between, Conceals the wayward band: here spend their time Greensickness girls that died in youthful prime, Virgins forlorn, all dressed in willow-green-i, With Queen Elizabeth and Nicolini. More to reveal, or many words to use, Would tire alike your patience and my muse. Believe that never was so faithful found Queen Proserpine to Pluto under ground, Or Cleopatra to her Mark Antony, As Orozmades to his Celadony. P.S. Lucrece for half a crown will show you fun, But Mrs. Oldfield is become a nun. Nobles and cits, Prince Pluto and his spouse, Flock to the ghost of Covent-Garden House: Plays, which were hissed above, below revive, When dead applauded that were damned alive. The people, as in life, still keep their passions, But differ something from the world in fashions. Queen Artemisia breakfasts on bohea, And Alexander wears a ramilie. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.LinesWrittenatBurnham.English.1716_lobt:','[Lines Written at Burnham] And, as they bow their hoary tops, relate In murmuring sounds the dark decrees of fate; While visions, as poetic eyes avow, Cling to each leaf and swarm on every bough: '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Lunahabitabilis.Catalan.1716_lt19:','<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Luna habitabilis</emph> Dum Nox rorantes non incomitata per auras Urget equos, tacitoque inducit sidera lapsu; Ultima, sed nulli soror inficianda sororum, Huc mihi, Musa: tibi patet alti janua coeli, Astra vides, nec te numeri, nec nomina fallunt. Huc mihi, Diva veni: dulce est per aperta serena Vere frui liquido, campoque errare silenti; Vere frui dulce est; modo tu dignata petentem Sis comes, et mecum gelida spatiere sub umbra. Scilicet hos orbes, coeli haec decora alta putandum est, Noctis opes, nobis tantum lucere; virumque Ostentari oculis, nostrae laquearia terrae, Ingentes scenas, vastique aulaea theatri? Oh! quis me pennis aethrae super ardua sistet Mirantem, propiusque dabit convexa tueri; Teque adeo, unde fluens reficit lux mollior arva, Pallidiorque dies, tristes solata tenebras? Sic ego, subridens Dea sic ingressa vicissim: Non pennis opus hic, supera ut simul illa petamus: Disce Puer potius coelo deducere Lunam; Neu crede ad magicas te invitum accingier artes, Thessalicosve modos: ipsam descendere Phoeben Conspicies novus Endymion; seque offeret ultro Visa tibi ante oculos, et nota major imago. Quin tete admoveas (tumuli super aggere spectas, Compositum) tubulo; simul imum invade canalem Sic intenta acie, coeli simul alta patescent Atria; jamque, ausus Lunaria visere regna, Ingrediere solo, et caput inter nubila condes. Ecce autem! vitri se in vertice sistere Phoeben Cernis, et Oceanum, et crebris Freta consita terris; Panditur <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">ille</emph> atram faciem caligine condens Sublustri, refugitque oculos, fallitque tuentem; Integram Solis lucem quippe haurit aperto Fluctu avidus radiorum, et longos imbibit ignes: Verum <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">his</emph>, quae, maculis variata nitentibus, auro Caerula discernunt, celso sese insula dorso Plurima protrudit, praetentaque littora saxis; Liberior datur his quoniam natura, minusque Lumen depascunt liquidum; sed tela diei Detorquent, retroque docent se vertere flammas. Hinc longos videas tractus, terrasque jacentes Ordine candenti, et claros se attollere montes; Montes queis Rhodope assurgat, quibus Ossa nivali Vertice: tum scopulis infra pendentibus antra Nigrescunt clivorum umbra, nemorumque tenebris. Non rores illi, aut desunt sua nubila mundo; Non frigus gelidum, atque herbis gratissimus imber: His quoque nota ardet picto Thaumantias arcu, Os roseum Aurorae, propriique crepuscula coeli. Et dubitas tantum certis cultoribus orbem Destitui? exercent agros, sua moenia condunt Hi quoque, vel Martem invadunt, curantque triumphos Victores: sunt hic etiam sua praemia laudi; His metus, atque amor, et mentem mortalia tangunt. Quin, uti nos oculis jam nunc juvat ire per arva, Lucentesque plagas Lunae, pontumque profundum: Idem illos etiam ardor agit, cum se aureus effert Sub sudum globus, et Terrarum ingentior orbis; Scilicet omne aequor tum lustrant, scilicet omnem Tellurem, gentesque polo sub utroque jacentes: Et quidam aestivi indefessus ad aetheris ignes Pervigilat, noctem exercens, coelumque fatigat; Jam Galli apparent, jam se Germania late Tollit, et albescens pater Apenninus ad auras: Jam tandem in Borean, en! parvulus Anglia naevus (Quanquam aliis longe fulgentior) extulit oras: Formosum extemplo lumen, maculamque nitentem Invisunt crebri Proceres, serumque tuendo Haerent, certatimque suo cognomine signant: Forsitan et Lunae longinquus in orbe Tyrannus Se dominum vocat, et nostra se jactat in aula. Terras possim alias propiori Sole calentes Narrare; atque alias, jubaris queis parcior usus, Lunarum chorus, et tenuis penuria Phoebi: Ni, meditans eadem haec audaci evolvere cantu, Jam pulset citharam Soror, et praeludia tentet. Non tamen has proprias laudes, nec facta silebo Jampridem in fatis, patriaeque oracula famae. Tempus erit, sursum totos contendere coetus Quo cernes longo excursu, primosque colonos Migrare in lunam, et notos mutare Penates: Dum stupet obtutu tacito vetus incola, longeque Insolitas explorat aves, classemque volantem. Ut quondam ignotum marmor, camposque natantes Tranavit Zephyros visens, nova regna, Columbus; Litora mirantur circum, mirantur et undae Inclusas acies ferro, turmasque biformes, Monstraque foeta armis, et non imitabile fulmen. Foedera mox icta, et gemini commercia mundi, Agminaque assueto glomerata sub aethere cerno. Anglia, quae pelagi jamdudum torquet habenas, Exercetque frequens ventos, atque imperat undae; Aeris attollet fasces, veteresque triumphos Huc etiam feret, et victis dominabitur auris. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OdeforMusic.English.1716_ocmu:','Ode for Music <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Air </emph> \'Hence, avaunt, (\'tis holy ground) \'Comus and his midnight-crew, \'And Ignorance with looks profound, \'And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue, \'Mad Sedition\'s cry profane, \'Servitude that hugs her chain, \'Nor in these consecrated bowers \'Let painted Flattery hide her serpent-train in flowers. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Chorus </emph> \'Nor Envy base nor creeping Gain \'Dare the Muse\'s walk to stain, \'While bright-eyed Science watches round: \'Hence, away, \'tis holy ground!\' <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Recitative </emph> From yonder realms of empyrean day Bursts on my ear the indignant lay: There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine, The few whom genius gave to shine Through every unborn age and undiscovered clime. Rapt in celestial transport they, Yet hither oft a glance from high They send of tender sympathy To bless the place, where on their opening soul First the genuine ardour stole. \'Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell, And, as the choral warblings round him swell, Meek Newton\'s self bends from his state sublime, And nods his hoary head and listens to the rhyme. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Air </emph> \'Ye brown o\'er-arching groves, \'That Contemplation loves, \'Where willowy Camus lingers with delight! \'Oft at the blush of dawn \'I trod your level lawn, \'Oft wooed the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright \'In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly, \'With Freedom by my side, and soft-eyed Melancholy.\' <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Recitative </emph> But hark! the portals sound and, pacing forth With solemn steps and slow, High potentates and dames of royal birth And mitred fathers in long order go: Great Edward with the lilies on his brow From haughty Gallia torn, And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn That wept her bleeding love, and princely Clare, And Anjou\'s heroine, and the paler rose, The rival of her crown and of her woes, And either Henry there, The murthered saint and the majestic lord, That broke the bonds of Rome, (Their tears, their little triumphs o\'er, Their human passions now no more, Save charity, that glows beyond the tomb). All that on Granta\'s fruitful plain Rich streams of regal bounty poured, And bade these awful fanes and turrets rise, To hail their Fitzroy\'s festal morning come; And thus they speak in soft accord The liquid language of the skies. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Quartetto </emph> \'What is grandeur, what is power? \'Heavier toil, superior pain. \'What the bright reward we gain? \'The grateful memory of the good. \'Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, \'The bee\'s collected treasures sweet, \'Sweet music\'s melting fall, but sweeter yet \'The still small voice of gratitude.\' <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Recitative </emph> Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud The venerable Margaret see! \'Welcome, my noble son,\' (she cries aloud) \'To this, thy kindred train, and me: \'Pleased in thy lineaments we trace \'A Tudor\'s fire, a Beaufort\'s grace. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Air </emph> \'Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye, \'The flower unheeded shall descry, \'And bid it round heaven\'s altars shed \'The fragrance of its blushing head: \'Shall raise from earth the latent gem \'To glitter on the diadem. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Recitative </emph> \'Lo, Granta waits to lead her blooming band, \'Not obvious, not obtrusive, she \'No vulgar praise, no venal incense flings; \'Nor dares with courtly tongue refined \'Profane thy inborn royalty of mind: \'She reveres herself and thee. \'With modest pride to grace thy youthful brow \'The laureate wreath, that Cecil wore, she brings, \'And to thy just, thy gentle hand \'Submits the fasces of her sway, \'While spirits blest above and men below \'Join with glad voice the loud symphonious lay. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Grand Chorus </emph> \'Through the wild waves as they roar \'With watchful eye and dauntless mien \'Thy steady course of honour keep, \'Nor fear the rocks nor seek the shore: \'The star of Brunswick smiles serene, \'And gilds the horrors of the deep.\' '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OdeonaDistantProspectofEtonCollege.English.1716_odec:','Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College Ἄνθρωπος· ἱκανὴ πρόϕασις εἰς τὸ δυστυχεῖν. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry\'s<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Henry\'s</emph>.] King Henry the Sixth, Founder of the College. </note> holy Shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor\'s heights the expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way. Ah happy hills, ah pleasing shade, Ah fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>And bees their honey redolent of spring.</q> <bibl> <emph>Dryden\'s Fable on the Pythag. System.</emph> [l. 110 of Dryden\'s translation of Ovid, <emph>Metamorphoses</emph>, xv]</bibl> </note> To breathe a second spring. Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthrall? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle\'s speed, Or urge the flying ball? While some on earnest business bent Their murmuring labours ply \'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possessed; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever-new, And lively cheer of vigour born; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly the approach of morn. Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond today: Yet see how all around \'em wait The ministers of human fate, And black Misfortune\'s baleful train! Ah, show them where in ambush stand To seize their prey the murtherous band! Ah, tell them, they are men! These shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth, That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow\'s piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness\' altered eye, That mocks the tear it forced to flow; And keen Remorse with blood defiled, And moody Madness laughing wild<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>— [And] Madness laughing in his ireful mood.</q> <bibl> <emph>Dryden\'s Fable of Palamon and Arcite.</emph> [ii. 582]</bibl> </note> Amid severest woe. Lo, in the vale of years beneath A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another\'s pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, \'Tis folly to be wise. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OdeontheDeathofaFavouriteCatDrownedina.English.1716_odfc:','Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes \'Twas on a lofty vase\'s side, Where China\'s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers, that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw; and purred applause. Still had she gazed; but \'midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream: Their scaly armour\'s Tyrian hue Through richest purple to the view Betrayed a golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretched in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise? What cat\'s averse to fish? Presumptuous maid! with looks intent Again she stretched, again she bent, Nor knew the gulf between. (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled) The slippery verge her feet beguiled, She tumbled headlong in. Eight times emerging from the flood She mewed to every watery god, Some speedy aid to send. No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred: Nor cruel <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Tom</emph>, nor <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Susan</emph> heard. A favourite has no friend! From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne\'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OdeonthePleasureArisingfromVicissitude.English.1716_oopv:','[Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude] Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing; With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She wooes the tardy spring, Till April starts, and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground; And lightly o\'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green. New-born flocks in rustic dance Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance The birds his presence greet: But chief the sky-lark warbles high His trembling thrilling ecstasy And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light. Yesterday the sullen year Saw the snowy whirlwind fly; Mute was the music of the air, The herd stood drooping by: Their raptures now that wildly flow, No yesterday nor morrow know; \'Tis man alone that joy descries With forward and reverted eyes. Smiles on past Misfortune\'s brow Soft Reflection\'s hand can trace; And o\'er the cheek of Sorrow throw A melancholy grace; While Hope prolongs our happier hour, Or deepest shades, that dimly lower And blacken round our weary way, Gilds with a gleam of distant day. Still, where rosy Pleasure leads, See a kindred Grief pursue; Behind the steps that Misery treads, Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe; And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of life. See the wretch, that long has tossed On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again: The meanest flowret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air and skies, To him are opening Paradise. Humble Quiet builds her cell Near the source whence Pleasure flows; She eyes the clear crystalline well And tastes it as it goes. Far below [...] the crowd. Broad and turbulent it grows [...] with resistless sweep They perish in the boundless deep Mark where Indolence and Pride, Softly rolling side by side, Their dull but daily round. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OdeontheSpring.English.1716_oots:','Ode on the Spring Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus\' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers, And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo\'s note, The untaught harmony of spring: While whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool zephyrs through the clear blue sky Their gathered fragrance fling. Where\'er the oak\'s thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where\'er the rude and moss-grown beech — a bank [. . .] [Quite] O\'er-canopied with luscious woodbine. Beside some water\'s rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great! Still is the toiling hand of Care; The panting herds repose: Yet hark, how through the peopled air The busy murmur glows! The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honeyed spring, And float amid the liquid noon:<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>\'\'Nare per aestatem liquidam —\'\' [To swim through cloudless summer]</q> <bibl> <emph>Virgil. Georg. lib. 4.</emph> [l. 59]</bibl> </note> Some lightly o\'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim — sporting with quick glance Shew to the sun their waved coats drop\'d with gold. While insects from the threshold preach, <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">&c.</emph> Such is the race of man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter through life\'s little day, In fortune\'s varying colours dressed: Brushed by the hand of rough Mischance, Or chilled by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply: Poor moralist! and what art thou? A solitary fly! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display: On hasty wings thy youth is flown; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone--- We frolic, while \'tis May. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OdetoAdversity.English.1716_otad:','Ode to Adversity —— Ζῆνα . . .<lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />τὸν ϕρονεῖν βροτοὺς ὁδώ—<lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />σαντα, τῷ πάθει μαθάν<lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />Θέντα κυρίως ἔχειν. Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour, The bad affright, afflict the best! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When first thy Sire to send on earth Virtue, his darling child, designed, To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore: What sorrow was, thou bad\'st her know, And from her own she learned to melt at others\' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly\'s idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend: Warm Charity, the general friend, With Justice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant\'s head, Dread goddess, lay thy chastening hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen) With thundering voice and threatening mien, With screaming Horror\'s funeral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty. Thy form benign, oh Goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound my heart, The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are, to feel, and know myself a man. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Ohubicolles.Catalan.1716_lt20:','[Oh ubi colles] Oh ubi colles, ubi Faesularum, Palladis curae, plaga, Formiaeque Prodigae florum, Genuaeque amantes Littora soles? Abstulit campos oculis amoenos Montium quantus, nemorumque tractus? Quot natant eheu! medii profundo Marmore fluctus? '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OnLordHollandsSeatnearMargateKent.English.1716_oxst:','On L[or]d H[olland\']s Seat near M[argat]e, K[en]t Old and abandoned by each venal friend, Here H[olland] took the pious resolution To smuggle some few years and strive to mend A broken character and constitution. On this congenial spot he fixed his choice; Earl Godwin trembled for his neighbouring sand; Here sea-gulls scream and cormorants rejoice, And mariners, though shipwrecked, dread to land. Here reign the blustering North and blighting East, No tree is heard to whisper, bird to sing: Yet nature cannot furnish out the feast, Art he invokes new horrors still to bring. Now mouldering fanes and battlements arise, Arches and turrets nodding to their fall, Unpeopled palaces delude his eyes, And mimic desolation covers all. \'Ah\', said the sighing peer, \'had Bute been true, Nor Shelburne\'s, Rigby\'s, Calcraft\'s friendship vain, Far other scenes than these had blessed our view And realised the ruins that we feign. Purged by the sword and beautified by fire, Then had we seen proud London\'s hated walls: Owls might have hooted in St Peter\'s choir, And foxes stunk and littered in St Paul\'s.\' '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.OrdersofInsects.Catalan.1716_lt21:','<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">[Orders of Insects]</emph> [I. Coleoptera] Alas lorica tectas Coleoptera jactant. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">*[Antennis clavatis]</emph> Serra pedum prodit Scarabaeum et fissile cornu. Dermesti antennae circum ambit lamina caulem, Qui caput incurvum timidus sub corpore celat. In pectus retrahens caput abdit claviger Hister. Occiput Attelabi in posticum vergit acumen. Curculio ingenti protendit cornua rostro. Silpha leves peltae atque elytrorum exporrigit oras. Truncus apex clavae, atque antennula Coccionellae. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">**[Antennis filiformibus]</emph> Cassida sub clypei totam se margine condit. Chrys\'mela inflexa loricae stringitur ora. Gibba caput Meloe incurvat, thorace rotundo. Oblongus frontem et tenues clypei exerit oras Tenebrio. Abdomen Mordellae lamina vestit. Curta elytra ostentat Staphylis, caudamque recurvam. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">***[Antennis setaceis]</emph> Tubere cervicis valet, antennisque Cerambyx. Pectore Leptura est tereti, corpusque coarctat. Flexile Cantharidis tegmen, laterumque papillae. Ast Elater resilit sterni mucrone supinus. Maxilla exerta est, oculoque Cicindela grandi. Bupresti antennae graciles, cervice retracta. Nec Dytiscus iners setosa remige planta. Effigiem cordis Carabus dat pectore trunco. Necydalis curto ex elytro nudam explicat alam. Curtum, at Forficulae tegit hanc, cum forcipe caudae. Depressum Blattae corpus, venterque bicornis. Dente vorax Gryllus deflexis saltitat alis. II. [Hemiptera] (Dimidiam rostrata gerunt Hemiptera crustam. Foemina serpit humi interdum: volat aethere conjux.) Rostro Nepa rapax pollet, chelisque. Cicada Fastigio alarum et rostrato pectore saltat. Tela Cimex inflexa gerit, cruce complicat alas. Notonecta crucem quoque fert, remosque pedales; Cornua Aphis caudae et rostrum: saepe erigit alas; Deprimit has Chermes, dum saltat, pectore gibbo. Coccus iners caudae setas, volitante marito; Thrips alas angusta gerit, caudamque recurvam. III. [Lepidoptera] (Squamam alae, linguae spiram Lepidoptera jactant.) Papilio clavam et squamosas subrigit alas. Prismaticas Sphinx antennas, medioque tumentes; At conicas gravis extendit sub nocte Phalaena. IV. [Neuroptera] (Rete alae nudum, atque hamos Neuroptera caudae.) Dente alisque potens, secat aethera longa Libella. Cauda setigera, erectis stat Ephemera pennis. Phryganea elinguis rugosas deprimit alas; Hemerinusque bidens: planas tamen explicat ille. Et rostro longo et cauda Panorpa minatur. Raphidia extento collo setam trahit unam. V. [Hymenoptera] (At vitreas alas, jaculumque Hymenoptera caudae, Foemineo data tela gregi, maribusque negata.) Telum abdit spirale Cynips, morsuque minatur. Maxillas Tenthredo movet, serramque bivalvem; Ichneumon gracili triplex abdomine telum. Haurit Apis lingua incurva, quod vindicat ense. Sphex alam expandit laevem, gladiumque recondit. Alae ruga notat Vespam, caudaeque venenum; Squamula Formicam tergi, telumque pedestrem, Dum minor alata volitat cum conjuge conjux. Mutilla impennis, sed cauda spicula vibrat. VI. [Diptera] (Diptera sub geminis alis se pondere librant.) Os Oestro nullum est, caudaque timetur inermi. Longa caput Tipula est, labiisque et praedita palpis. Palpis Musca caret, retrahitque proboscida labris; Qua Tabanus gaudet pariter, palpis sub acutis. Os Culicis molli e pharetra sua spicula vibrat; Rostrum Empis durum et longum sub pectore curvat; Porrigit articuli de cardine noxia Conops; Porrigit (at rectum et conicum) sitibundus Asilus; Longum et Bombylius, qui sugit mella volando. Unguibus Hippobosca valet: vibrat breve telum. [VII. Aptera] (Aptera se pedibus pennarum nescia jactant) '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ParaphraseofPsalmLXXXIV.Catalan.1716_lt22:','[Paraphrase of Psalm LXXXIV] Oh! Tecta, mentis dulcis amor meae! Oh! Summa Sancti Relligio loci! Quae me laborantem perurit Sacra fames, et amoenus ardor? Praeceps volentem quo rapit impetus! Ad limen altum tendo avidas Manus. Dum Lingua frustratur precantem, Cor tacitum mihi clamat intus. Illic loquacem composuit Domum, Laresque parvos Numinis in fidem Praesentioris credit Ales Veris amans, vetus Hospes arae: Beatus Ales! sed magis incola Quem vidit aedes ante [<hi xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Focos Dei</hi>] Cultu ministrantem perenni Quique sacra requievit umbra. Bis terque felix qui melius Deo Templum sub imo Pectore consecrat; Huic vivida affulget voluptas Et liquidi sine Nube Soles. Integriori fonte fluentia Mentem piorum gaudia recreant, Quod si datur lugere, quiddam Dulce ferens venit ipse luctus. Virtute virtus, firmior evenit Nascente semper, semper amabili, AEterna crescit, seque in horas Subjiciit per aperta Caeli. Me, dedicatum qui Genus, et tuae Judaeae habenas tempero, Regio Madens Olivo, dexter audi Nec libeat repulisse Regem. Lux una Sanctis quae foribus dedit Haerere amatae Limine Januae, Lux inter extremas Columnas Candidius mihi ridet una, Quam Seculorum Secula Barbaros Inter Penates sub trabe gemmea Fastus Tyrannorum, brevesque Delicias, et amoena Regni: Feliciori flumine Copiam Pronaque dextra Caelicolum Pater Elargietur, porrigetque Divitias diuturniores. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.ParodyonanEpitaph.English.1716_pare:','[Parody on an Epitaph] Now clean, now hideous, mellow now, now gruff, She swept, she hissed, she ripened and grew rough, At Broom, Pendragon, Appleby and Brough. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SatireontheHeadsofHousesorNeveraBarrel.English.1716_sahh:','Satire on the Heads of Houses; or, Never a Barrel the Better Herring O Cambridge, attend To the satire I\'ve penned On the heads of thy Houses, Thou seat of the Muses! Know the Master of Jesus Does hugely displease us; The Master of Maudlin In the same dirt is dawdling; The Master of Sidney Is of the same kidney; The Master of Trinity To him bears affinity; As the Master of Keys Is as like as two peas, So the Master of Queen\'s Is as like as two beans; The Master of King\'s Copies them in all things; The Master of Catherine Takes them all for his pattern; The Master of Clare Hits them all to a hair; The Master of Christ By the rest is enticed; But the Master of Emmanuel Follows them like a spaniel; The Master of Benet Is of the like tenet; The Master of Pembroke Has from them his system took; The Master of Peter\'s Has all the same features; The Master of St John\'s Like the rest of the dons. <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">P.S.</emph> ---As to Trinity Hall We say nothing at all. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SketchofhisOwnCharacter.English.1716_skoc:','[Sketch of his Own Character] Too poor for a bribe and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love and could hate, so was thought somewhat odd; No very great wit, he believed in a God. A post or a pension he did not desire, But left church and state to Charles Townshend and Squire. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SongI.English.1716_sng1:','Song I \'Midst beauty and pleasure\'s gay triumphs, to languish And droop without knowing the source of my anguish; To start from short slumbers and look for the morning--- Yet close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejected, Sounds that steal from my tongue, by no meaning connected! Ah say, fellow-swains, how these symptoms befell me? They smile, but reply not. Sure Delia will tell me! '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SongII.English.1716_sng2:','Song II Thyrsis, when we parted, swore Ere the spring he would return. Ah, what means yon violet flower, And the buds that deck the thorn? \'Twas the lark that upward sprung! \'Twas the nightingale that sung! Idle notes, untimely green, Why such unavailing haste? Western gales and skies serene Prove not always winter past. Cease my doubts, my fears to move; Spare the honour of my love. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SonnetontheDeathofMrRichardWest.English.1716_sorw:','Sonnet [on the Death of Mr Richard West] In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears, alas! for other notes repine, A different object do these eyes require. My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men: The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.SophonisbaMasinissaeEpistola.Catalan.1716_lt23:','[Sophonisba Masinissae. Epistola] Egregium accipio promissi Munus amoris, Inque manu mortem jam fruitura fero: Atque utinam citius mandasses, luce vel una; Transieram Stygios non inhonesta lacus. Victoris nec passa toros, nova nupta, mariti, Nec fueram fastus, Roma superba, tuos. Scilicet haec partem tibi, Masinissa, triumphi Detractam, haec pompae jura minora suae Imputat, atque uxor quod non tua pressa catenis, Objecta et saevae plausibus urbis eo: Quin tu pro tantis cepisti praemia factis, Magnum Romanae pignus amicitiae! Scipiadae excuses, oro, si tardius utar Munere. Non nimium vivere, crede, velim. Parva mora est, breve sed tempus mea fama requirit: Detinet haec animam cura suprema meam. Quae patriae prodesse meae Regina ferebar, Inter Elisaeas gloria prima nurus, Ne videar flammae nimis indulsisse secundae, Vel nimis hostiles extimuisse manus. Fortunam atque annos liceat revocare priores, Gaudiaque heu! quantis nostra repensa malis. Primitiasne tuas meministi atque arma Syphacis Fusa, et per Tyrias ducta trophaea vias? (Laudis at antiquae forsan meminisse pigebit, Quodque decus quondam causa ruboris erit.) Tempus ego certe memini, felicia Poenis Quo te non puduit solvere vota deis; Moeniaque intrantem vidi: longo agmine duxit Turba salutantum, purpureique patres. Foeminea ante omnes longe admiratur euntem Haeret et aspectu tota caterva tuo. Jam flexi, regale decus, per colla capilli, Jam decet ardenti fuscus in ore color! Commendat frontis generosa modestia formam, Seque cupit laudi surripuisse suae. Prima genas tenui signat vix flore juventas, Et dextrae soli credimus esse virum. Dum faciles gradiens oculos per singula jactas, (Seu rexit casus lumina, sive Venus) In me (vel certe visum est) conversa morari Sensi; virgineus perculit ora pudor. Nescio quid vultum molle spirare tuendo, Credideramque tuos lentius ire pedes. Quaerebam, juxta aequalis si dignior esset, Quae poterat visus detinuisse tuos: Nulla fuit circum aequalis quae dignior esset, Asseruitque decus conscia forma suum. Pompae finis erat. Tota vix nocte quievi: Sin premat invitae lumina victa sopor, Somnus habet pompas, eademque recursat imago; Atque iterum hesterno munere victor ades. [...] '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.StanzastoMrBentley.English.1716_stbe:','Stanzas to Mr Bentley In silent gaze the tuneful choir among, Half pleased, half blushing, let the Muse admire, While Bentley leads her sister-art along, And bids the pencil answer to the lyre. See, in their course, each transitory thought Fixed by his touch a lasting essence take; Each dream, in fancy\'s airy colouring wrought, To local symmetry and life awake! The tardy rhymes that used to linger on, To censure cold and negligent of fame, In swifter measures animated run, And catch a lustre from his genuine flame. Ah! could they catch his strength, his easy grace, His quick creation, his unerring line; The energy of Pope they might efface, And Dryden\'s harmony submit to mine. But not to one in this benighted age Is that diviner inspiration given, That burns in Shakespeare\'s or in Milton\'s page, The pomp and prodigality of heaven. As when, conspiring in the diamond\'s blaze, The meaner gems, that singly charm the sight, Together dart their intermingled rays, And dazzle with a luxury of light. Enough for me, if to some feeling breast My lines a secret sympathy [...] And as their pleasing influence [...] A sigh of soft reflection [...] . '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheAllianceofEducationandGovernmentA.English.1716_aleg:','<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">[The Alliance of Education and Government. A Fragment]</emph> Essay I. . . . πόταγ᾽, ὦ ᾽γαθέ· τὰν γὰρ ἀοιδάν<lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" /> οὔτι πω εἰς Ἀΐδαν γε τὸν ἐκλελάθοντα ϕυλαξεῖς. As sickly plants betray a niggard earth, Whose barren bosom starves her generous birth, Nor genial warmth nor genial juice retains Their roots to feed and fill their verdant veins; And as in climes, where winter holds his reign, The soil, though fertile, will not teem in vain, Forbids her gems to swell, her shades to rise, Nor trusts her blossoms to the churlish skies: So draw mankind in vain the vital airs, Unformed, unfriended, by those kindly cares That health and vigour to the soul impart, Spread the young thought and warm the opening heart. So fond Instruction on the growing powers Of nature idly lavishes her stores, If equal Justice with unclouded face Smile not indulgent on the rising race, And scatter with a free though frugal hand Light golden showers of plenty o\'er the land: But Tyranny has fixed her empire there, To check their tender hopes with chilling fear, And blast the blooming promise of the year. This spacious animated scene survey From where the rolling orb, that gives the day, His sable sons with nearer course surrounds, To either pole and life\'s remotest bounds. How rude so e\'er the exterior form we find, Howe\'er opinion tinge the varied mind, Alike to all the kind impartial heaven The sparks of truth and happiness has given: With sense to feel, with memory to retain, They follow pleasure and they fly from pain; Their judgement mends the plan their fancy draws, The event presages and explores the cause. The soft returns of gratitude they know, By fraud elude, by force repel the foe; While mutual wishes, mutual woes, endear The social smile and sympathetic tear. Say then, through ages by what fate confined To different climes seem different souls assigned? Here measured laws and philosophic ease Fix and improve the polished arts of peace. There Industry and Gain their vigils keep, Command the winds and tame the unwilling deep. Here force and hardy deeds of blood prevail; There languid pleasure sighs in every gale. Oft o\'er the trembling nations from afar Has Scythia breathed the living cloud of war; And, where the deluge burst, with sweepy sway Their arms, their kings, their gods were rolled away. As oft have issued, host impelling host, The blue-eyed myriads from the Baltic coast. The prostrate south to the destroyer yields Her boasted titles and her golden fields: With grim delight the brood of winter view A brighter day and heavens of azure hue, Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose, And quaff the pendent vintage, as it grows. Proud of the yoke and pliant to the rod, Why yet does Asia dread a monarch\'s nod, While European freedom still withstands The encroaching tide, that drowns her lessening lands, And sees far off with an indignant groan Her native plains and empires once her own? Can opener skies and suns of fiercer flame O\'erpower the fire that animates our frame, As lamps, that shed at even a cheerful ray, Fade and expire beneath the eye of day? Need we the influence of the northern star To string our nerves and steel our hearts to war? And, where the face of nature laughs around, Must sickening Virtue fly the tainted ground? Unmanly thought! what seasons can control, What fancied zone can circumscribe the Soul, Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs, By Reason\'s light on Resolution\'s wings, Spite of her frail companion, dauntless goes O\'er Libya\'s deserts and through Zembla\'s snows? She bids each slumbering energy awake, Another touch, another temper take, Suspends the inferior laws that rule our clay: The stubborn elements confess her sway; Their little wants, their low desires, refine, And raise the mortal to a height divine. Not but the human fabric from the birth Imbibes a flavour of its parent earth: As various tracts enforce a various toil, The manners speak the idiom of their soil. An iron-race the mountain-cliffs maintain, Foes to the gentler genius of the plain: For where unwearied sinews must be found With sidelong plough to quell the flinty ground, To turn the torrent\'s swift-descending flood, To brave the savage rushing from the wood, What wonder if, to patient valour trained, They guard with spirit what by strength they gained; And while their rocky ramparts round they see, The rough abode of want and liberty, (As lawless force from confidence will grow) Insult the plenty of the vales below? What wonder in the sultry climes, that spread Where Nile redundant o\'er his summer-bed From his broad bosom life and verdure flings, And broods o\'er Egypt with his watery wings, If with adventurous oar and ready sail, The dusky people drive before the gale, Or on frail floats to distant cities ride, That rise and glitter o\'er the ambient tide. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheBardAPindaricOde.English.1716_bapo:','The Bard. A Pindaric Ode <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Advertisement.</emph> The following Ode is founded on a Tradition current in Wales, that EDWARD the First, when he compleated the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards, that fell into his hands, to be put to death. I. 1 \'Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! \'Confusion on thy banners wait, \'Though fanned by Conquest\'s crimson wing <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>Mocking the air with colours idly spread.</q> <bibl> <emph>Shakespear\'s King John.</emph> [V. i. 72]</bibl> </note> \'They mock the air with idle state. \'Helm nor hauberk\'s <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The Hauberk was a texture of steel ringlets, or rings interwoven, forming a coat of mail, that sate close to the body, and adapted itself to every motion.</note> twisted mail, \'Nor even thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail \'To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, \'From Cambria\'s curse, from Cambria\'s tears!\' Such were the sounds, that o\'er the crested pride <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>— [By] The crested adder\'s pride.</q> <bibl> <emph>Dryden\'s Indian Queen.</emph> [III. i. 84]</bibl> </note> Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay, As down the steep of Snowdon\'s <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <emph>Snowdon</emph> was a name given by the Saxons to that mountainous tract, which the Welch themselves call <emph>Craigian-eryri</emph>: it included all the highlands of Caernarvonshire and Merionethshire, as far east as the river Conway. R. Hygden[,] speaking of the castle of Conway built by King Edward the first, says, \'\'Ad ortum amnis Conway ad clivum montis Erery [At the source of the River Conway on the slope of Mt. Erery];\'\' and Matthew of Westminster, (ad ann. 1283,) \'\'Apud Aberconway ad pedes montis Snowdoniae fecit erigi castrum forte [Near (<emph>or</emph> at) Aberconway at the foot of Mt. Snowdon, he caused a fortified camp to be constructed.].\'\' </note> shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array. Stout Gloucester <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> Gilbert de Clare, surnamed the Red, Earl of Gloucester and Hertford, son-in-law to King Edward.</note> stood aghast in speechless trance: \'To arms!\' cried Mortimer, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Edmond de Mortimer, Lord of Wigmore.<lb /> They both were <emph>Lords-Marchers</emph>, whose lands lay on the borders of Wales, and probably accompanied the King in this expedition. </note> and couched his quivering lance. I. 2 On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o\'er old Conway\'s foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">[\'... <emph>haggard</emph>, wch conveys to you the the Idea of a <emph>Witch</emph>, is indeed only a metaphor taken from an unreclaim\'d Hawk, wch is called a <emph>Haggard</emph>, & looks wild & <emph>farouche</emph> & jealous of its liberty.\' Letter to Wharton, 21 Aug. 1755, T & W no. 205.] </note> eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The image was taken from a well-known picture of Raphael, representing the Supreme Being in the vision of Ezekiel: there are two of these paintings (both believed original), one at Florence, the other at Paris. </note> Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>Shone, like a meteor, streaming to the wind.</q> <bibl> <emph>Milton\'s Paradise Lost.</emph> [i. 537]</bibl> </note> And with a master\'s hand, and prophet\'s fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. \'Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, \'Sighs to the torrent\'s awful voice beneath! \'O\'er thee, oh king! their hundred arms they wave, \'Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe; \'Vocal no more, since Cambria\'s fatal day, \'To high-born Hoel\'s harp, or soft Llewellyn\'s lay. I. 3 \'Cold is Cadwallo\'s tongue, \'That hushed the stormy main: \'Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed: \'Mountains, ye mourn in vain \'Modred, whose magic song \'Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head. \'On dreary Arvon\'s shore <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. </note> they lie, \'Smeared with gore, and ghastly pale: \'Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail; \'The famished eagle <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Cambden and others observe, that eagles used annually to build their aerie among the rocks of Snowdon, which from thence (as some think) were named by the Welch <emph>Craigian-eryri</emph>, or the crags of the eagles. At this day (I am told) the highest point of Snowdon is called <emph>the eagle\'s nest</emph>. That bird is certainly no stranger to this island, as the Scots, and the people of Cumberland, Westmoreland, <emph>&c.</emph> can testify: it even has built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. <emph>[</emph>See <bibl>Willoughby\'s Ornithol.</bibl> published by Ray.<emph>]</emph> [John Ray (1627-1705) published (1676) and translated (London, 1678) the <emph>Ornithologia</emph> of his patron Francis Willughby (1635-72).] </note> screams, and passes by. \'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, That visit my sad heart— \'Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, \'Ye died amidst your dying country\'s cries--- \'No more I weep. They do not sleep. \'On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, \'I see them sit, they linger yet, \'Avengers of their native land: \'With me in dreadful harmony they join, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> See the Norwegian Ode, that follows. [<emph>Fatal Sisters</emph>] </note> \'And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.\' II. 1 \"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. \"Mark the year and mark the night, \"When Severn shall re-echo with affright <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Edward the Second, cruelly butchered in Berkley-Castle [in 1327 near the Severn River in western England]. </note> \"The shrieks of death, through Berkeley\'s roofs that ring, \"Shrieks of an agonizing King! \"She-wolf of France, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Isabel of France, Edward the Second\'s adulterous Queen. </note> with unrelenting fangs, \"That tear\'st the bowels of thy mangled mate, \"From thee be born, who o\'er thy country hangs <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Triumphs of Edward the Third in France. </note> \"The scourge of heaven. What terrors round him wait! \"Amazement in his van, with Flight combined, \"And Sorrow\'s faded form, and Solitude behind. II. 2 \"Mighty victor, mighty lord, \"Low on his funeral couch he lies! <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Death of that King, abandoned by his Children, and even robbed in his last moments by his Courtiers and his Mistress [Alice Perrers, in 1377]. </note> \"No pitying heart, no eye, afford \"A tear to grace his obsequies. \"Is the sable warrior fled? <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Edward, the Black Prince, dead some time before his Father [in 1376]. </note> \"Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead. \"The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born? \"Gone to salute the rising morn. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Magnificence of Richard the Second\'s reign. See Froissard, and other contemporary Writers. </note> \"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 of the sweeping whirlwind\'s sway, \"That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening-prey. II. 3 \"Fill high the sparkling bowl, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Richard the Second, (as we are told by Archbishop Scroop and the confederate Lords in their manifesto, by Thomas of Walsingham, and all the older Writers)[,] was starved to death [in 1400]. The story of his assassination by Sir Piers of Exon, is of much later date. </note> \"The rich repast prepare, \"Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: \"Close by the regal chair \"Fell Thirst and Famine scowl \"A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. \"Heard ye the din of battle bray, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Ruinous civil wars of York and Lancaster. </note> \"Lance to lance, and horse to horse? \"Long years of havoc urge their destined course, \"And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. \"Ye towers of Julius, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Henry the Sixth, George Duke of Clarence, Edward the Fifth, Richard Duke of York, <emph>&c.</emph> believed to be murthered secretly in the Tower of London. The oldest part of that structure is vulgarly attributed to Julius Caesar. </note> London\'s lasting shame, \"With many a foul and midnight murther fed, \"Revere his consort\'s faith, his father\'s fame, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">[<emph>Consort</emph>] Margaret of Anjou, a woman of heroic spirit, who struggled hard to save her Husband and her Crown.<lb /> [<emph>Father</emph>] Henry the Fifth. </note> \"And spare the meek usurper\'s holy head. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Henry the Sixth very near being canonized. The line of Lancaster had no right of inheritance to the Crown. </note> \"Above, below, the rose of snow, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The white and red roses, devices of York and Lancaster [presumably woven above and below on the loom]. </note> \"Twined with her blushing foe, we spread: \"The bristled Boar <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The silver Boar was the badge of Richard the Third; whence he was usually known in his own time by the name of <emph>the Boar</emph>. </note> in infant-gore \"Wallows beneath the thorny shade. \"Now, brothers, bending o\'er the accursed loom, \"Stamp we our vengeance deep, and ratify his doom. III. 1 \"Edward, lo! to sudden fate \"(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun) \"Half of thy heart we consecrate. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Eleanor of Castile died a few years after the conquest of Wales. The heroic proof she gave of her affection for her Lord [she is supposed to have sucked the poison from a wound Edward I received] is well known. The monuments of his regret, and sorrow for the loss of her, are still to be seen at Northampton, Geddington, Waltham, and other places. </note> \"(The web is wove. The work is done.)\" \'Stay, oh stay! nor thus forlorn \'Leave me unblessed, unpitied, here to mourn: \'In yon bright track, that fires the western skies, \'They melt, they vanish from my eyes. \'But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon\'s height \'Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll? \'Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, \'Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! \'No more our long-lost Arthur <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">It was the common belief of the Welch nation, that King Arthur was still alive in Fairy-Land, and should return again to reign over Britain. </note> we bewail. \'All-hail, ye genuine kings, Britannia\'s issue, hail! <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Both Merlin [Myrddin] and Taliessin had prophesied, that the Welch should regain their sovereignty over this island; which seemed to be accomplished in the House of Tudor [1768].<lb /> Accession of the House of Tudor [1757]. </note> III. 2 \'Girt with many a baron bold \'Sublime their starry fronts they rear; \'And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old \'In bearded majesty, appear. \'In the midst a form divine! \'Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line; \'Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Speed relating an audience given by Queen Elizabeth to Paul Dzialinski, Ambassadour of Poland, says, \'And thus she, lion-like rising, daunted the malapert Orator no less with her stately port and majestical deporture, than with the tartnesse of her princelie checkes.\' [John Speed (1552-1629) published his <bibl>History of Great Britaine ... to ... King James</bibl> in 1611.] </note> \'Attempered sweet to virgin-grace. \'What strings symphonious tremble in the air, \'What strains of vocal transport round her play! \'Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Taliessin, Chief of the Bards, flourished in the VIth Century. His works are still preserved, and his memory held in high veneration among his Countrymen. [His <emph>Book</emph> exists in only a thirteenth-century version and many of the poems in it may not be by Taliessin.] </note> hear; \'They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. \'Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, \'Waves in the eye of heaven her many-coloured wings. III. 3 \'The verse adorn again \'Fierce war and faithful love, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song.</q> <bibl> <emph>Spenser\'s Proëme to the Fairy Queen</emph> [l. 9]</bibl> </note> \'And truth severe, by fairy fiction dressed. \'In buskined measures move <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Shakespear.</note> \'Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, \'With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. \'A voice, as of the cherub-choir, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Milton.</note> \'Gales from blooming Eden bear; \'And distant warblings lessen on my ear, <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The succession of Poets after Milton\'s time.</note> \'That lost in long futurity expire. \'Fond impious man, think\'st thou, yon sanguine cloud, \'Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day? \'Tomorrow he repairs the golden flood, \'And warms the nations with redoubled ray. \'Enough for me: with joy I see \'The different doom our fates assign. \'Be thine despair and sceptered care; \'To triumph, and to die, are mine.\' He spoke, and headlong from the mountain\'s height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheCandidate.English.1716_cand:','The Candidate When sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugged up his face With a lick of court whitewash and pious grimace, A-wooing he went, where three sisters of old In harmless society guttle and scold. \'Lord! Sister,\' says Physic to Law, \'I declare Such a sheep-biting look, such a pick-pocket air, Not I, for the Indies! you know I\'m no prude; But his nose is a shame and his eyes are so lewd! Then he shambles and straddles so oddly, I fear--- No; at our time of life, \'twould be silly, my dear.\' \'I don\'t know,\' says Law, \'now methinks, for his look, \'Tis just like the picture in Rochester\'s book. But his character, Phyzzy, his morals, his life; When she died, I can\'t tell, but he once had a wife. \'They say he\'s no Christian, loves drinking and whoring, And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring, His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird tricks:--- Not I,---for a coronet, chariot and six.\' Divinity heard, between waking and dozing, Her sisters denying and Jemmy proposing; From dinner she rose with her bumper in hand, She stroked up her belly and stroked down her band. \'What a pother is here about wenching and roaring! Why David loved catches and Solomon whoring. Did not Israel filch from the Egyptians of old Their jewels of silver and jewels of gold? The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie; He drinks: so did Noah; he swears: so do I. To refuse him for such peccadillos were odd; Besides, he repents, and he talks about God. \'Never hang down your head, you poor penitent elf! Come, buss me, I\'ll be Mrs Twitcher myself. Damn ye both for a couple of Puritan bitches! He\'s Christian enough that repents and that stitches.\' '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheCharactersoftheChristCrossRowBya.English.1716_chcc:','The Characters of the Christ-Cross Row, By a Critic, To Mrs — Great D draws near---the Duchess sure is come, Open the doors of the withdrawing-room: Her daughters decked most daintily I see, The dowager grows a perfect double D. E enters next and with her Eve appears. Not like yon dowager depressed with years: What ease and elegance her person grace, Bright beaming as the evening-star her face. Queen Esther next---how fair e\'en after death; Then one faint glimpse of Queen Elizabeth; No more, our Esthers now are nought but Hetties, Elizabeths all dwindled into Betties. In vain you think to find them under E, They\'re all diverted into H and B. F follows fast the fair---and in his rear See folly, fashion, foppery straight appear, All with fantastic clues, fantastic clothes, With fans and flounces, fringe and furbelows. Here Grub-street geese presume to joke and jeer, All, all but Grannam Osborne\'s <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Gazetteer</emph>. High heaves his hugeness H: methinks we see Henry the Eighth\'s most monstrous majesty. But why on such <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">mock</emph> grandeur should we dwell? H mounts to heaven and H descends to hell. As H the Hebrew found, so I the Jew: See Isaac, Joseph, Jacob pass in view. The walls of old Jerusalem appear, See Israel and all Judah thronging there. [...] P pokes his head out, yet has not a pain: Like Punch he peeps, but soon pops in again. Pleased with his pranks, the pisgys calls him Puck, Mortals he loves to prick and pinch and pluck. Now a pert prig, he perks upon your face; Now peers, pores, ponders with profound grimace; Now a proud prince, in pompous purple dressed, And now a player, a peer, a pimp or priest, A pea, a pin, in a perpetual round, Now seems a penny, and now shows a pound. Like perch or pike in pond you see him come; He in plantations hangs like pear or plum, Pippin or peach, then perches on the spray, In form of parrot, pye or popinjay. P, Proteus-like, all tricks, all shapes can show, The pleasantest person in the Christ-cross Row. [...] As K a king, Q represents a queen, And seems small difference the sounds between. K as a man with hoarser accent speaks; In shriller notes Q like a female squeaks. Behold, K struts as might a king become; Q draws her train along the drawing-room. Slow follow all the quality of state: Queer Queensberry only does refuse to wait. [...] Thus great R reigns in town, while different far, Rests in retirement <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">little</emph> rural R; Remote from cities lives in lone retreat, With rooks and rabbit-burrows round his seat. S sails the swan slow down the silver stream. [...] So, big with weddings, waddles W, And brings all womankind before your view: A wench, a wife, a widow and a w[hor]e, With woe behind and wantonness before. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheDeathofHoel.English.1716_deho:','[The Death of Hoel] From Aneurin, Monarch of the Bards, extracted from the Gododin Had I but the torrent\'s might, With headlong rage and wild affright Upon Deïra\'s squadrons hurled, To rush and sweep them from the world! Too, too secure in youthful pride, By them my friend, my Hoël, died, Great Cian\'s son: of Madoc old He asked no heaps of hoarded gold; Alone in nature\'s wealth arrayed, He asked and had the lovely maid. To Cattraeth\'s vale in glittering row Twice two hundred warriors go; Every warrior\'s manly neck Chains of regal honour deck, Wreathed in many a golden link: From the golden cup they drink Nectar, that the bees produce, Or the grape\'s ecstatic juice. Flushed with mirth and hope they burn: But none from Cattraeth\'s vale return, Save Aeron brave and Conan strong, (Bursting through the bloody throng) And I, the meanest of them all, That live to weep and sing their fall. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheDescentofOdinAnOde.English.1716_dooo:','The Descent of Odin. An Ode (From the Norse-Tongue,) in Bartholinus, de causis contemnendae mortis; Hafniae, 1689, Quarto.<lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" /> <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" /> Upreis Odinn allda gautr, &c. Uprose the King of Men with speed, And saddled straight his coal-black steed;<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">[<emph>steed</emph>] <emph>Sleipner</emph> was the Horse of Odin, wch had eight legs. [Note in <bibl>C(ommonplace) B(ook)</bibl>.] </note> Down the yawning steep he rode, That leads to Hela\'s<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">[<emph>Hela</emph> the Latinized form of O[ld]N[orse] <emph>Hel</emph>]<lb /> <emph>Niflheimr</emph>, the hell of the Gothic nations, consisted of nine worlds, to which were devoted all such as died of sickness, old-age, or by any other means than in battle: Over it presided Hela, the Goddess of Death.<lb /> <emph>Hela</emph> is described with a dreadful countenance, & her body half flesh-colour & half blew. [Note in <bibl>C(ommonplace) B(ook)</bibl>.] </note> drear abode. Him the dog of darkness spied, His shaggy throat he opened wide, While from his jaws, with carnage filled, Foam and human gore distilled: Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow and fangs that grin; And long pursues with fruitless yell The father of the powerful spell. Onward still his way he takes, (The groaning earth beneath him shakes,) Till full before his fearless eyes The portals nine of hell arise. Right against the eastern gate, By the moss-grown pile he sate, Where long of yore to sleep was laid The dust of the prophetic maid. Facing to the northern clime, Thrice he traced the runic rhyme; Thrice pronounced, in accents dread, The thrilling verse that wakes the dead;<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The original word is <emph>Vallgaldr</emph>; from <emph>Valr</emph> mortuus, & <emph>Galdr</emph> incantatio. [Note in <bibl>C(ommonplace) B(ook)</bibl>.] </note> Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breathed a sullen sound. What call unknown, what charms, presume To break the quiet of the tomb? Who thus afflicts my troubled sprite, And drags me from the realms of night? Long on these mouldering bones have beat The winter\'s snow, the summer\'s heat, The drenching dews, and driving rain! Let me, let me sleep again. Who is he, with voice unblest, That calls me from the bed of rest? A Traveller, to thee unknown, Is he that calls, a Warrior\'s son. Thou the deeds of light shalt know; Tell me what is done below, For whom yon glittering board is spread, Dressed for whom yon golden bed. Mantling in the goblet see The pure beverage of the bee, O\'er it hangs the shield of gold; \'Tis the drink of Balder bold: Balder\'s head to death is given. Pain can reach the sons of Heaven! Unwilling I my lips unclose: Leave me, leave me to repose. Once again my call obey. Prophetess, arise and say, What dangers Odin\'s child await, Who the author of his fate. In Hoder\'s hand the hero\'s doom: His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise and say, Who the avenger of his guilt, By whom shall Hoder\'s blood be spilt. In the caverns of the west, By Odin\'s fierce embrace compressed, A wondrous boy shall Rinda bear, Who ne\'er shall comb his raven-hair, Nor wash his visage in the stream, Nor see the sun\'s departing beam: Till he on Hoder\'s corse shall smile Flaming on the funeral pile. Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose. Yet a while my call obey. Prophetess, awake and say, What virgins these, in speechless woe, That bend to earth their solemn brow, That their flaxen tresses tear, And snowy veils, that float in air. Tell me whence their sorrows rose: Then I leave thee to repose. Ha! no Traveller art thou, King of Men, I know thee now, Mightiest of a mighty line--- No boding maid of skill divine Art thou, nor prophetess of good; But mother of the giant-brood! Hie thee hence and boast at home, That never shall enquirer come To break my iron-sleep again, Till Lok<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <emph>Lok</emph> is the evil Being, who continues in chains till the <emph>Twilight of the Gods</emph> approaches, when he shall break his bonds; the human race, the stars, and sun, shall disappear; the earth sink in the seas, and fire consume the skies: even Odin himself and his kindred-deities shall perish. For a farther explanation of this mythology, see Mallet\'s Introduction to the History of Denmark, 1755, Quarto. [(A slightly more detailed draft of this note is in <bibl>C[ommonplace] B[ook]</bibl>).] </note> has burst his tenfold chain; Never, till substantial Night Has reassumed her ancient right; Till wrapped in flames, in ruin hurled, Sinks the fabric of the world. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheFatalSistersAnOde.English.1716_fsio:','The Fatal Sisters. An Ode (From the Norse-Tongue,) in the ORCADES of Thormodus Torfaeus; Hafniae, 1697, Folio: and also in Bartholinus.<lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" /> <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" /> Vitt er orpit fyrir valfalli, &c. PREFACE In the eleventh century <persName xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Sigurd</persName>, Earl of the Orkney Islands, went with a fleet of ships and a considerable body of troops into Ireland, to the assistance of <persName xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Sictryg with the silken beard</persName>, who was then making war on his father-in-law <persName xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Brian</persName>, King of Dublin: the Earl and all his forces were cut to pieces, and <persName xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Sictryg</persName> was in danger of a total defeat; but the enemy had a greater loss by the death of <persName xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Brian</persName>, their King, who fell in the action. On Christmas-day (the day of the battle), a native of <placeName xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Caithness</placeName> in Scotland saw at a distance a number of persons on horseback riding full speed towards a hill, and seeming to enter into it. Curiosity led him to follow them, till looking through an opening in the rocks he saw twelve gigantic figures resembling women: they were all employed about a loom; and as they wove, they sung the following dreadful song; which when they had finished, they tore the web into twelve pieces, and (each taking her portion) galloped six to the north and as many to the south. <note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <emph>Note</emph> — The <emph>Valkyriur</emph> were female Divinities, Servants of <emph>Odin</emph> (or <emph>Woden</emph>) in the Gothic mythology. Their name signifies <emph>Chusers of the slain</emph>. They were mounted on swift horses, with drawn swords in their hands; and in the throng of battle selected such as were destined to slaughter, and conducted them to <emph>Valhalla</emph>, the hall of <emph>Odin</emph>, or paradise of the Brave; where they attended the banquet, and served the departed Heroes with horns of mead and ale. </note> Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of hell prepare,) How quick they wheel\'d; and flying, behind them shot Sharp sleet of arrowy shower— The noise of battle hurtled in the air. Glittering lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, Weaving many a soldier\'s doom, Orkney\'s woe, and Randver\'s bane. See the grisly texture grow, (\'Tis of human entrails made,) And the weights that play below, Each a gasping warrior\'s head. Shafts for shuttles, dipped in gore, Shoot the trembling cords along. Sword, that once a monarch bore, Keep the tissue close and strong. Mista black, terrific maid, Sangrida and Hilda see, Join the wayward work to aid: \'Tis the woof of victory. Ere the ruddy sun be set, Pikes must shiver, javelins sing, Blade with clattering buckler meet, Hauberk crash and helmet ring. (Weave the crimson web of war) Let us go, and let us fly, Where our friends the conflict share, Where they triumph, where they die. As the paths of fate we tread, Wading through the ensanguined field: Gondula and Geira, spread O\'er the youthful King your shield. We the reins to slaughter give, Ours to kill and ours to spare: Spite of danger he shall live. (Weave the crimson web of war.) They, whom once the desert-beach Pent within its bleak domain, Soon their ample sway shall stretch O\'er the plenty of the plain. Low the dauntless Earl is laid, Gored with many a gaping wound: Fate demands a nobler head; Soon a King shall bite the ground. Long his loss shall Eirin weep, Ne\'er again his likeness see; Long her strains in sorrow steep, Strains of immortality! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun. Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands! Songs of joy and triumph sing! Joy to the victorious bands; Triumph to the younger King. Mortal, thou that hear\'st the tale, Learn the tenor of our song. Scotland, through each winding vale Far and wide the notes prolong. Sisters, hence with spurs of speed: Each her thundering faulchion wield; Each bestride her sable steed. Hurry, hurry to the field. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheGaurus.Catalan.1716_lt10:','[The Gaurus] Nec procul infelix se tollit in aethera Gaurus, Prospiciens vitreum lugenti vertice pontum. Tristior ille diu, et veteri desuetus oliva Gaurus, pampineaeque eheu jam nescius umbrae: Horrendi tam saeva premit vicinia montis, Attonitumque urget latus, exuritque ferentem. Nam fama est, olim, media dum rura silebant Nocte deo victa, et molli perfusa quiete; Infremuisse aequor ponti, auditamque per omnes Late tellurem surdum immugire cavernas: Quo sonitu nemora alta tremunt, tremit excita tuto Parthenopaea sinu, flammantisque ora Vesevi. At subito se aperire solum, vastosque recessus Pandere sub pedibus, nigraque voragine fauces: Tum piceas cinerum glomerare sub aethere nubes Vorticibus rapidis, ardentique imbre procellam. Praecipites fugere ferae, perque avia longe Silvarum fugit pastor, juga per deserta, Ah, miser! increpitans saepe alta voce per umbram Nequicquam natos, creditque audire sequentes: Atque ille excelso rupis de vertice solus Respectans notasque domos, et dulcia regna, Nil usquam videt infelix praeter mare tristi Lumine percussum, et pallentes sulphure campos, Fumumque, flammasque, rotataque turbine saxa. Quin ubi detonuit fragor, et lux reddita coelo: Maestos confluere agricolas, passuque videres Tandem iterum timido deserta requirere tecta; Sperantes, si forte oculis, si forte darentur Uxorum cineres, miserorumve ossa parentum (Tenuia, sed tanti saltem solatia luctus) Una colligere, et justa componere in urna. Uxorum nusquam cineres, nusquam ossa parentum (Spem miseram) assuetosve Lares, aut rura videbunt; Quippe ubi planities campi diffusa jacebat, Mons novus: ille supercilium, frontemque favilla Incanum ostentans, ambustis cautibus, aequor Subjectum, stragemque suam, maesta arva, minaci Despicit imperio, soloque in littore regnat. Hinc infame loci nomen, multosque per annos Immemor antiquae laudis nescire labores Vomeris, et nullo tellus revirescere cultu: Non avium colles, non carmine matutino Pastorum resonare; adeo undique dirus habebat Informes late horror agros, saltusque vacantes. Saepius et longe detorquens navita proram Monstrabat digito littus, saevaeque revolvens Funera narrabat noctis, veteremque ruinam. Montis adhuc facies manet hirta atque aspera saxis Sed furor extinctus jamdudum, et flamma quievit, Quae nascenti aderat; seu forte bituminis atri Defluxere olim rivi, atque effoeta lacuna Pabula sufficere ardori, viresque recusat: Sive in visceribus meditans incendia jam nunc, Horrendum! arcanis glomerat genti esse futurae Exitio, sparsos tacitusque recolligit ignes. Raro per clivos haud secius ordine vidi Canescentem oleam. Longum post tempus amicti Vite virent tumuli, patriamque revisere gaudens Bacchus in assuetis tenerum caput exerit arvis Vix tandem, infidoque audet se credere coelo. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheProgressofPoesyAPindaricOde.English.1716_pppo:','The Progress of Poesy. A Pindaric Ode ϕωνᾶντα συνετοῖσιν· ἐς<lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />δὲ τὸ πᾶν ἑρμηνέων χατίζει. I. 1 Awake [up], my glory: awake, lute and harp. And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon\'s harmonious springs<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">The subject and simile, as usual with Pindar, are united. The various sources of poetry, which gives life and lustre to all it touches, are here described; its quiet majestic progress enriching every subject (otherwise dry and barren) with a pomp of diction and luxuriant harmony of numbers; and its more rapid and irresistible course, when swoln and hurried away by the conflict of tumultuous passions. </note> A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres\' golden reign: Now rowling down the steep amain, Headlong, impetuous, see it pour: The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar. I. 2 Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Power of harmony to calm the turbulent sallies of the soul. The thoughts are borrowed from the first Pythian of Pindar. [See note to l. 20.] </note> Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On Thracia\'s hills the Lord of War, Has curbed the fury of his car, And dropped his thirsty lance at thy command. Perching on the sceptered hand<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">This is a weak imitation of some incomparable lines in the same Ode. [<bibl>Pindar, <emph>Pythian Ode I</emph>, 1-12.</bibl>] </note> Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king With ruffled plumes and flagging wing: Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye. I. 3 Thee the voice, the dance, obey,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Power of harmony to produce all the graces of motion in the body. </note> Tempered to thy warbled lay. O\'er Idalia\'s velvet-green The rosy-crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea\'s day With antic Sports and blue-eyed Pleasures, Frisking light in frolic measures; Now pursuing, now retreating, Now in circling troops they meet: To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet.<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>[Greek line (omitted)] [He (Odysseus) gazed at the quick twinkling of (the dancers\') feet; and he wondered in his heart.]</q> <bibl>Homer. Od[yssey]. O. [viii. 265]</bibl> </note> Slow melting strains their queen\'s approach declare: Where\'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O\'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>[Greek line (omitted)] [And on his rose-red cheeks there gleams the light of love.]</q> <bibl>Phrynichus, apud Athenaeum. [<emph>Deipnosophistae</emph>, xiii. 604a]</bibl> <lb /> [Modern texts give the line as follows: Greek line (omitted).] </note> II. 1 Man\'s feeble race what ills await,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">To compensate the real and imaginary ills of life, the Muse was given to Mankind by the same Providence that sends the Day by its chearful presence to dispel the gloom and terrors of the Night. </note> Labour, and penury, the racks of pain, Disease, and sorrow\'s weeping train, And death, sad refuge from the storms of fate! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heavenly Muse? Night, and all her sickly dews, Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky: Or seen the Morning\'s well-appointed Star Come marching up the eastern hills afar. Hyperion\'s march they spy, and glittering shafts of war. II. 2 In climes beyond the solar road,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Extensive influence of poetic Genius over the remotest and most uncivilized nations: its connection with liberty, and the virtues that naturally attend on it. <emph>[</emph>See the Erse, Norwegian, and Welch Fragments, the Lapland and American songs.<emph>]</emph> <lb /> [<emph>solar road</emph>]<lb /> <q>\'\'Extra anni solisque vias—\'\' [Beyond the paths of the year and the sun—]</q> <bibl> <emph>Virgil. [Aeneid, vi. 796]</emph> </bibl> <q>\'\'Tutta lontana dal camin del sole.\'\' [Quite far from the road of the sun.]</q> <bibl> <emph>Petrarch, Canzon 2. [Canzoniere, \'Canzone II\', l. 48]</emph> </bibl> </note> Where shaggy forms o\'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom To cheer the shivering native\'s dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chile\'s boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where\'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom\'s holy flame. II. 3 Woods that wave o\'er Delphi\'s steep,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Progress of Poetry from Greece to Italy, and from Italy to England. Chaucer was not unacquainted with the writings of Dante or of Petrarch. The Earl of Surrey and Sir Tho. Wyatt had travelled in Italy, and formed their taste there; Spenser imitated the Italian writers; Milton improved on them: but this School expired soon after the Restoration, and a new one arose on the French model, which has subsisted ever since. </note> Isles that crown the Aegean deep, Fields that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Maeander\'s amber waves In lingering lab\'rinths creep, How do your tuneful echoes languish, Mute, but to the voice of anguish? Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around: Every shade and hallowed fountain Murmured deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine in Greece\'s evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant-power, And coward Vice that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, oh Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast. III. 1 Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature\'s darling<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Nature\'s Darling</emph>] Shakespear. </note> laid, What time, where lucid Avon strayed, To him the mighty Mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child Stretched forth his little arms and smiled. \'This pencil take,\' (she said) \'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.\' III. 2 Nor second he,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>He</emph>] Milton. </note> that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of the abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> <q>\'\'—flammantia moenia mundi.\'\' [—the flaming ramparts of the world].</q> <bibl> <emph>Lucretius.</emph> [<emph>De Rerum Natura</emph>, i. 74]</bibl> </note> The living throne, the sapphire-blaze,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels - And above the firmament, that was over their heads, was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a saphire-stone. - This was the appearance [of the likeness] of the glory of the Lord.<lb /> <bibl> <emph>Ezekiel</emph> i. 20, 26, 28.</bibl> </note> Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, [Greek line (omitted)] [(the Muse) took away (his) eyes, but she gave (him the gift of) sweet song]. Behold, where Dryden\'s less presumptuous car, Wide o\'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race,<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\">Meant to express the stately march and sounding energy of Dryden\'s rhimes. </note> Hast thou cloathed his neck with thunder? III. 3 Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o\'er Scatters from her pictured urn Words, that weep, and tears, that speak. Hark! heard ye not yon footstep dread? <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">&c.</emph> Oh! lyre divine, what daring spirit Wakes thee now? Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, [Greek line (omitted)] [against the god-like bird of Zeus]. Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse\'s ray With orient hues, unborrowed of the sun: Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far---but far above the Great. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TheTriumphsofOwenAFragment.English.1716_trow:','The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment from Mr. Evans\'s Specimens of the Welch Poetry; London, 1764, Quarto. Advertisement. Owen succeeded his father Griffin in the principality of North-Wales, A. D. 1120. This battle was fought near forty years afterwards. Owen\'s praise demands my song, Owen swift, and Owen strong; Fairest flower of Roderic\'s stem, Gwyneth\'s<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Gwyneth</emph>, Gwynned or Gwynedd] North-Wales. </note> shield and Britain\'s gem. He nor heaps his brooded stores, Nor on all profusely pours; Lord of every regal art, Liberal hand and open heart. Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding; Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay Lochlin<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>Lochlin</emph>] Denmark. </note> ploughs the watery way; There the Norman sails afar Catch the winds and join the war: Black and huge along they sweep, Burthens of the angry deep. Dauntless on his native sands The Dragon-son<note xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" place=\"bottom\"> [<emph>The Dragon-son</emph>] The red Dragon is the device of Cadwallader, which all his descendents bore on their banners. </note> of Mona stands; In glittering arms and glory dressed, High he rears his ruby crest. There the thundering strokes begin, There the press and there the din; Talymalfra\'s rocky shore Echoing to the battle\'s roar. Where his glowing eye-balls turn, Thousand banners round him burn. Where he points his purple spear, Hasty, hasty Rout is there, Marking with indignant eye Fear to stop and shame to fly. There Confusion, Terror\'s child, Conflict fierce and Ruin wild, Agony that pants for breath, Despair and honourable Death. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.Tophet.English.1716_tapr:','[Tophet] Inscription on a Portrait Such Tophet was; so looked the grinning fiend Whom many a frighted prelate called his friend; I saw them bow and, while they wished him dead, With servile simper nod the mitred head. Our Mother-Church with half-averted sight Blushed as she blessed her grisly proselyte: Hosannahs rung through Hell\'s tremendous borders, And Satan\'s self had thoughts of taking orders. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationfromDanteInfernoCantoxxxiii.English.1716_tdin:','[Translation from Dante, <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Inferno</emph> Canto xxxiii 1-78] From his dire food the grisly felon raised His gore-dyed lips, which on the clottered locks Of the half-devoured head he wiped, and thus Began: \'Would\'st thou revive the deep despair, The anguish, that, unuttered, natheless wrings My inmost heart? Yet if the telling may Beget the traitor\'s infamy, whom thus I ceaseless gnaw insatiate, thou shalt see me At once give loose to utterance and to tears. \'I know not who thou art nor on what errand Sent hither; but a Florentine my ear, Won by thy tongue, declares thee. Know, thou see\'st In me Count Ugolino, and Ruggieri, Pisa\'s perfidious prelate, this: now hear My wrongs and from them judge of my revenge. \'That I did trust him, that I was betrayed By trusting, and by treachery slain, it recks not That I advise thee; that which yet remains To thee and all unknown (a horrid tale), The bitterness of death, I shall unfold. Attend, and say if he have injured me. \'Through a small crevice opening, what scant light That grim and antique tower admitted (since Of me the Tower of Famine hight, and known To many a wretch) already \'gan the dawn To send. The whilst I slumbering lay, a sleep Prophetic of my woes with direful hand Oped the dark veil of fate. I saw methought Toward Pisa\'s mount, that intercepts the view Of Lucca, chased by hell-hounds gaunt and bloody A wolf full-grown; with fleet and equal speed His young ones ran beside him. Lanfranc there And Sigismundo and Gualandi rode Amain, my deadly foes, headed by this The deadliest: he their chief, the foremost he Flashed to pursue and cheer the eager cry. Nor long endured the chase: the panting sire, Of strength bereft, his helpless offspring soon O\'erta\'en beheld, and in their trembling flanks The hungry pack their sharp-set fangs embrued. \'The morn had scarce commenced when I awoke: My children (they were with me) sleep as yet Gave not to know their sum of misery, But yet in low and uncompleted sounds I heard \'em wail for bread. Oh! thou art cruel, Or thou dost mourn to think what my poor heart Foresaw, foreknew; oh! if thou weep not now, Where are thy tears? Too soon they had aroused them, Sad with the fears of sleep, and now the hour Of timely food approached; when, at the gate Below, I heard the dreadful clank of bars And fastening bolts. Then on my children\'s eyes Speechless my sight I fixed, nor wept, for all Within was stone. They wept, unhappy boys, They wept; and first my little dear Anselmo Cried, \'Father, why do you gaze so sternly? What would you have?\' Yet wept I not or answered All that whole day or the succeeding night, Till a new sun arose with weakly gleam And wan, such as mought entrance find within That house of woe. But oh! when I beheld My sons, and in four faces saw my own Despair reflected, either hand I gnawed For anguish, which they construed hunger. Straight Arising all they cried, \'Far less shall be Our sufferings, sir, if you resume your gift; These miserable limbs with flesh you clothed; Take back what once was yours.\' I swallowed down My struggling sorrow, nor to heighten theirs. That day and yet another, mute we sat And motionless. O earth, could\'st thou not gape Quick to devour me? Yet a fourth day came, When Gaddo, at my feet outstretched, imploring In vain my help, expired; ere the sixth morn Had dawned, my other three before my eyes Died one by one. I saw \'em fall; I heard Their doleful cries. For three days more I groped About among their cold remains (for then Hunger had reft my eyesight), often calling On their dear names, that heard me now no more; The fourth, what sorrow could not, famine did.\' He finished; then with unrelenting eye Askance he turned him, hasty to renew The hellish feast, and rent his trembling prey. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationfromStatiusThebaidIX31926.English.1716_tra9:','[Translation from Statius, <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Thebaid</emph> IX 319-26] Crenaeus, whom the nymph Ismenis bore To Faunus on the Theban river\'s shore, With new-born heat amidst his native stream Exults in arms, which cast an iron gleam. In this clear wave he first beheld the day; On the green bank first taught his steps to stray, To skim the parent flood and on the margin play: Fear he disdains and scorns the power of fate, Secure within his mother\'s watery state. The youth exulting stems the bloody tide, Visits each bank and stalks with martial pride, While old Ismenus\' gently-rolling wave Delights the favourite youth within its flood to lave. Whether the youth obliquely steers his course Or cuts the downward stream with equal force, The indulgent river strives his steps to aid. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationfromStatiusThebaidVI64688.English.1716_tra6:','[Translation from Statius, <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Thebaid</emph> VI 646-88, 704-24] Then thus the king: \'Whoe\'er the quoit can wield, And furthest send its weight athwart the field, Let him stand forth his brawny arm to boast.\' Swift at the word, from out the gazing host Young Pterelas with strength unequal drew, Labouring the disc, and to small distance threw. The band around admire the mighty mass, A slippery weight and formed of polished brass. The love of honour bade two youths advance, Achaians born, to try the glorious chance; A third arose, of Acarnania he, Of Pisa one and three from Ephyre. Nor more; for now Nesimachus\'s son, By acclamations roused, came towering on. Another orb upheaved his strong right hand, Then thus: \'Ye Argive flower, ye warlike band, Who trust your arms shall raze the Tyrian towers, And batter Cadmus\' walls with stony showers, Receive a worthier load; yon puny ball Let youngsters toss.\' He said, and scornful flung the unheeded weight Aloof: the champions trembling at the sight Prevent disgrace, the palm despaired resign. All but two youths the enormous orb decline: These conscious shame witheld and pride of noble line. As bright and huge the spacious circle lay, With doubled light it beamed against the day: So glittering shows the Thracian godhead\'s shield, With such a gleam affrights Pangaea\'s field, When blazing \'gainst the sun it shines from far, And, clashed, rebellows with the din of war. Phlegyas the long-expected play began, Summoned his strength and called forth all the man. All eyes were bent on his experienced hand, For oft in Pisa\'s sports his native land Admired that arm; oft on Alpheus\' shore The ponderous brass in exercise he bore: Where flowed the widest stream he took his stand; Sure flew the disc from his unerring hand, Nor stopped till it had cut the further strand. And now in dust the polished ball he rolled, Then grasped its weight, elusive of his hold; Now fitting to his grip and nervous arm, Suspends the crowd with animation warm, Nor tempts he yet the plain but, hurled upright, Emits the mass, a prelude of his might. Firmly he plants each knee and o\'er his head, Collecting all his force, the circle sped. It towers to cut the clouds; now through the skies Sings in its rapid way and strengthens as it flies; Anon with slackened rage comes quivering down, Heavy and huge, and cleaves the solid ground. So from the astonished stars, her nightly train, The sun\'s pale sister, drawn by magic strain, Deserts precipitant her darkened sphere. In vain the nations with officious fear Their cymbals toss and sounding brass explore: The Æmonian hag enjoys her dreadful hour, And smiles malignant on the labouring power. Third in the labours of the disc came on, With sturdy step and slow, Hippomedon. Artful and strong he poised the well-known weight, By Phlegyas warned and fired by Mnestheus\' fate, That to avoid and this to emulate. His vigorous arm he tried before he flung, Braced all his nerves and every sinew strung; Then, with a tempest\'s whirl and wary eye, Pursued his cast and hurled the orb on high; The orb on high tenacious of its course, True to the mighty arm that gave it force, Far overleaps all bound and joys to see Its ancient lord secure of victory. The theatre\'s green height and woody wall Tremble ere it precipitates its fall; The ponderous mass sinks in the cleaving ground, While vales and woods and echoing hills rebound. As when from Aetna\'s smoking summit broke, The eyeless Cyclops heaved the craggy rock: Where ocean frets beneath the dashing oar, And parting surges round the vessel roar, \'Twas there he aimed the meditated harm, And scarce Ulysses scaped his giant arm. A tiger\'s pride the victor bore away, With native spots and artful labour gay: A shining border round the margin rolled, And calmed the terrors of his claws in gold. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationFromTassoGerusalemmeLiberata.English.1716_trgl:','[Translation] From Tasso [<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">Gerusalemme Liberata</emph>] Canto 14, Stanza 32-9 Dismissed at length, they break through all delay To tempt the dangers of the doubtful way; And first to Ascalon their steps they bend, Whose walls along the neighbouring sea extend. Nor yet in prospect rose the distant shore, Scarce the hoarse waves from far were heard to roar, When thwart the road a river rolled its flood Tempestuous, and all further course withstood: The torrent-stream his ancient bounds disdains, Swoll\'n with new force and late-descending rains. Irresolute they stand, when lo! appears The wondrous sage: vigorous he seemed in years, Awful his mien; low as his feet there flows A vestment unadorned, though white as new-fall\'n snows; Against the stream the waves secure he trod, His head a chaplet bore, his hand a rod. As on the Rhine when Boreas\' fury reigns And winter binds the floods in icy chains, Swift shoots the village-maid in rustic play, Smooth, without step, adown the shining way, Fearless in long excursion loves to glide, And sports and wantons o\'er the frozen tide; So moved the seer, but on no hardened plain: The river boiled beneath and rushed towards the main. Where fixed in wonder stood the warlike pair His course he turned and thus relieved their care: \'Vast, O my friends, and difficult the toil To seek your hero in a distant soil! No common helps, no common guide, ye need, Art it requires and more than winged speed. What length of sea remains, what various lands, Oceans unknown, inhospitable sands! For adverse fate the captive chief has hurled Beyond the confines of our narrow world. Great things and full of wonder in your ears I shall unfold; but first dismiss your fears, Nor doubt with me to tread the downward road That to the grotto leads, my dark abode.\' Scarce had he said, before the warriors\' eyes When mountain-high the waves disparted rise: The flood on either hand its billows rears, And in the midst a spacious arch appears. Their hands he seized and down the steep he led, Beneath the obedient river\'s inmost bed. The watery glimmerings of a fainter day Discovered half, and half concealed, their way, As when athwart the dusky woods by night The uncertain crescent gleams a sickly light. Through subterraneous passages they went, Earth\'s inmost cells and caves of deep descent. Of many a flood they viewed the secret source, The birth of rivers, rising to their course; Whate\'er with copious train its channel fills, Floats into lakes or bubbles into rills. The Po was there to see, Danubius\' bed, Euphrates\' fount and Nile\'s mysterious head. Further they pass, where ripening minerals flow, And embryon metals undigested glow; Sulphureous veins and living silver shine, Which soon the parent sun\'s warm powers refine, In one rich mass unite the precious store, The parts combine and harden into ore. Here gems break through the night with glittering beam, And paint the margin of the costly stream. All stones of lustre shoot their vivid ray, And mix attempered in a various day. Here the soft emerald smiles, of verdant hue, And rubies flame, with sapphires heavenly blue; The diamond there attracts the wondering sight, Proud of its thousand dyes and luxury of light. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationofOdeAwayletnoughttolove.Catalan.1716_lt24:','[Translation of Ode \'Away; let nought to love displeasing\'] Vah, tenero quodcunque potest obsistere amori, Exulet ex animo et Delia cara, tuo; Ne timor infelix, mala ne fastidia sancti Gaudia distineant, Delia cara tori. Quid si nulla olim regalia munera nostras Ornarunt titulis divitiisque domos? At nobis proprioque et honesto lumine claris Ex meretis ortum nobile nomen erit. Dum tanto colimus virtutem ardore volabit Gloria dulce sonans nostra per ora virum. Interea nostram mirata superbia famam Tales splendoris tantum habuisse gemet. Quid si Diva potens nummorum divitis auri Haud largo nostros proluit imbre lares? At nobis erit ex humili bona copia censu; Vitaque non luxu splendida, laeta tamen. Sic horas per quisque suas revolubilis annus Nostra quod expleret vota precesque dabit. Nam duce natura peragemus, Delia, vitam: Vita ea vitalis dicier una potest. Et juvenes et amore senes florebimus aequo. Et vitae una alacres conficiemus iter. Nostros interea ornabit pax alma Penates, Iucundum pueri, pignora cara, torum. Oh quanta aspicerem lepidam dulcedine gentem Luderet ad patrium dum pia turba genu Maternos vultu ridenti effingere vultus, Balbo maternos ore referre sonos. Iamque senescentes cum nos inviderit aetas Nostraque se credet surripuisse bona, In vestris tu rursus amabere pulchra puellis, Rursus ego in pueris, Delia, amabo meis. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.TranslationsfromtheGreekAnthology.Catalan.1716_lt25:','<emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">[Translations from the Greek Anthology]</emph> [I] From the Greek. Fertur Aristophanis fatorum arcana rogatum, tempore sementis, rusticus isse domum; (Sideris an felix tempestas, messis an esset magna, vel agricolam falleret ustus ager.) Ille supercilio adducto multa anxius arte disposuit sortes, consuluitque Deos; Tum responsa dedit: vernus suffecerit imber si modo, nec fruges laeserit herba nocens; Si mala robigo, si grando pepercerit arvis, attulerit subitum pigra nec aura gelu; Caprea si nulla, aut culmos attriverit haedus; nec fuerit caelum, nec tibi terra gravis: Largas polliceor segetes, atque horrea plena. tu tamen, ut veniat sera locusta, cave. [II] From the Greek of Antiphilus Byzantius <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Medeae Imaginem, Nobile Timomachi Opus. En ubi Medeae varius dolor aestuat ore, jamque animum nati, jamque maritus, habent! Succenset; miseret; medio exardescit amore dum furor, inque oculo gutta minante tremit. Cernis adhuc dubiam: quid enim? licet impia matris Colchidos, at non sit dextera Timomachi. [III] Imitation of the Greek; of Paul Silentiarius. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Bacchae Furentis Statuam. Credite, non viva est Maenas; non spirat imago. artificis rabiem miscuit aere manus. [IV] From the Greek, of Posidippus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Alexandrum, AEre Effictum. Quantum audet, Lysippe, manus tua! surgit in aere spiritus, atque oculis bellicus ignis adest. Spectate hos vultus, miserisque ignoscite Persis: quid mirum, imbelles si leo sparsit oves? [V] From the Greek. [Anonymous.] <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Niobes Statuam. Fecerat e viva lapidem me Jupiter: at me Praxiteles vivam reddidit e lapide. [VI] From the Greek, of Lucian, <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />offering a Statue of herself to Venus. En tibi te, Cytherea, fero: formosius ipsa cum tibi, quod ferrem, te, Dea, nil habui. [VII] From the Greek of Statyllius Flaccus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Amorem dormientem. Docte Puer vigiles mortalibus addere curas! anne potest in te somnus habere locum? Laxi juxta arcus, et fax suspensa quiescit, dormit et in pharetra clausa sagitta sua: Longe mater abest, longe Cythereia turba. verum ausint alii te prope ferre pedem; Non ego: nam metuo valde; mihi, perfide, quiddam forsan et in somnis ne meditere mali. [VIII] From a Fragment of Plato. Itur in Idalios tractus, felicia regna, fundit ubi densam myrtea sylva comam: Intus Amor teneram visus spirare quietem, dum roseo roseos imprimit ore toros. Sublimem procul a ramis pendere pharetram, et de languidula spicula lapsa manu Vidimus, et risu molli diducta labella, murmure quae assiduo pervolitabat apes. [IX] From the Greek of Marianus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />In Fontem aquae calidae. Sub platanis puer Idalius prope fluminis undam dormiit, in ripa deposuitque facem. Tempus adest, sociae! Nympharum audentior una, tempus adest: ultra quid dubitamus? ait. Ilicet incurrit, pestem ut divumque, hominumque, lampada collectis exanimaret aquis. Demens! nam nequit saevam restinguere flammam Nympha, sed ipsa ignes traxit, et inde calet. [X] From Lucillius. Irrepsisse suas murem videt Argus in aedes, atque ait, heus! a me numquid, amice, velis? Ille autem ridens, metuas nihil; inquit, apud te, oh bone, non epulas, hospitium petimus. [XI] Imitated from the Greek of Posidippus. <lb xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\" />Ad Amorem. Paulisper vigiles, oro, compesce dolores, respue nec Musae supplicis aure preces: Oro brevem lacrymis veniam, requiemque furori. ah, ego non possum vulnera tanta pati! Intima flamma; vides, miseros depascitur artus, surgit et extremis spiritus in labiis. Quod si tam tenuem cordi est exolvere vitam; stabit in opprobrium sculpta querela tuum: (Juro perque faces istas, arcumque sonantem, spiculaque hoc unum figere docta jecur) Heu fuge crudelem puerum, saevasque sagittas! huic fuit exitii causa, viator, amor. [XII] [Imitated from the Greek] of Bassus. Non ego, cum malus urit amor, Iovis induor arma. Nil mihi cum plumis, nil mihi cum corio: Non ego per tegulas mittor liquefactus in aurum. Promo duos obolos: sponte venit Danae. [XIII] [Imitated from the Greek] of Rufinus. Hanc tibi Rufinus mittit, Rodoclea, coronam. has tibi decerpens texerat ipse rosas. Est viola, est anemone, est suave-rubens hyacinthus, mistaque Narcisso lutea caltha suo. Sume: sed aspiciens ah fidere desine formae! qui pingit, brevis est, sertaque teque, color. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.VerseFragments.English.1716_vsfr:','[Verse Fragments] Gratitude The Joy that trembles in her eye She bows her meek & humble head [...] in silent praise [...] beyond the power of Sound. (Mr Pope dead) [...] and smart beneath the visionary scourge ---\'tis Ridicule & not reproach that wounds Their vanity & not their conscience feels [...] A few shall [...] The cadence of my song repeat & hail thee in my words. '),('urn:cts:tgap:GrayThomas.WilliamShakespearetoMrsAnneRegularServant.English.1716_wsma:','William Shakespeare to Mrs Anne, Regular Servant to the Revd Mr Precentor of York A moment\'s patience, gentle Mistress Anne! (But stint your clack for sweet St Charitie) \'Tis Willy begs, once a right proper man, Though now a book and interleaved, you see. Much have I borne from cankered critic\'s spite, From fumbling baronets and poets small, Pert barristers and parsons nothing bright: But what awaits me now is worst of all. \'Tis true, our master\'s temper natural Was fashioned fair in meek and dovelike guise; But may not honey\'s self be turned to gall By residence, by marriage, and sore eyes? If then he wreak on me his wicked will, Steal to his closet at the hour of prayer, And (when thou hear\'st the organ piping shrill) Grease his best pen, and all he scribbles, tear. Better to bottom tarts and cheesecakes nice, Better the roast meat from the fire to save, Better be twisted into caps for spice, Than thus be patched and cobbled in one\'s grave. So York shall taste what Clouët never knew, So from <emph xmlns=\"http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0\">our</emph> works sublimer fumes shall rise: While Nancy earns the praise to Shakespeare due For glorious puddings and immortal pies. ');
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