The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 էջ |
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... morning after my exit the sun will rise as bright as ever , the flowers smell as sweet , the plants spring as green : " so far Mr. West copies his original ; Bright as before the day - star will appear , 26 GRAY'S LIFE.
... morning after my exit the sun will rise as bright as ever , the flowers smell as sweet , the plants spring as green : " so far Mr. West copies his original ; Bright as before the day - star will appear , 26 GRAY'S LIFE.
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... morning . The timorous hare and sportive squirrel gambol around me like Adam in Paradise , before he had an Eve ; but I think he did not use to read Virgil , as I commonly do there . In this situation I often converse with my Horace ...
... morning . The timorous hare and sportive squirrel gambol around me like Adam in Paradise , before he had an Eve ; but I think he did not use to read Virgil , as I commonly do there . In this situation I often converse with my Horace ...
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... morning , so that all I can say about it is , that it is a large , old , fortified town , with more English in it than French . On Tuesday we were to go to Abbéville , seventeen leagues , or fifty - one short English miles ; but by the ...
... morning , so that all I can say about it is , that it is a large , old , fortified town , with more English in it than French . On Tuesday we were to go to Abbéville , seventeen leagues , or fifty - one short English miles ; but by the ...
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... morning , for here nobody ever sleeps ; it is not the way : Next day go to dine at my Lord Holdernesse's ; there was the Abbé Prevôt , author of the Cleveland , and several other pieces much esteemed the rest were English . At night we ...
... morning , for here nobody ever sleeps ; it is not the way : Next day go to dine at my Lord Holdernesse's ; there was the Abbé Prevôt , author of the Cleveland , and several other pieces much esteemed the rest were English . At night we ...
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... Delphini only . Here then we walk by moonlight , and hear the ladies and the nightingales sing . Next morning , being Whitsunday , make ready to go to the installation of nine coup knights du Saint Esprit , Cambis is one : *. 48 GRAY'S ...
... Delphini only . Here then we walk by moonlight , and hear the ladies and the nightingales sing . Next morning , being Whitsunday , make ready to go to the installation of nine coup knights du Saint Esprit , Cambis is one : *. 48 GRAY'S ...
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Էջ 371 - 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.
Էջ 377 - 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.
Էջ 398 - 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 craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Էջ 118 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Էջ 380 - 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...
Էջ 399 - 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 churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Էջ 373 - And from her own she learn'd 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.
Էջ 372 - Th' 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.
Էջ 375 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . 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.
Էջ 397 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd 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. Th...