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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Thomas Gray. (1716–1771) (continued)

4169

    Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!
  Confusion on thy banners wait!
Though fann’d by Conquest’s crimson wing,
  They mock the air with idle state.

The Bard. I. 1, Line 1.

4170

Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream’d like a meteor to the troubled air. 1

The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.

4171

To high-born Hoel’s harp, or soft Llewellyn’s lay.

The Bard. I. 2, Line 14.

4172

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. 2

The Bard. I. 3, Line 12.

4173

    Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
  The winding-sheet of Edward’s race.
Give ample room and verge enough 3
  The characters of hell to trace.

The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.

4174

    Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
  While proudly riding 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 hush’d in grim repose expects his evening prey.

The Bard. II. 2, Line 9.

4175

Ye towers of Julius, London’s lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

The Bard. II. 3, Line 11.

4176

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

The Bard. III. 1, Line 11.

4177

And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

The Bard. III. 3, Line 3.

4178

Comus and his midnight crew.