Here you will find the Poem Gray of poet Charles Harpur
The loud, apt epithet, applying sure; The dim-drawn image, artfully obscure; The perfect stanza, framed of words as choice And round as pearls, yet liquid to the voice; A pith of phrase, and musical array Of numbers;?these are the prime charms of Gray. The naked majesty and open wonder Of true sublimity heaped in lines of thunder; That artless grace wherewith the olden time Dandled the happy infancy of Rhyme; That negligent melody which shames the trick Of wire-drawn verse, and verse-drawn rhetoric: These in our rich old Bards abound; but these To Gray were literary heresies.
