Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and WritingsJ. F. Dove, 1820 - 527 էջ |
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... least at your frequent blaming my indolence , it ought rather to be called ingratitude , and I am obliged to your goodness for softening so harsh an appel- lation . When we meet it will , however , be my greatest of pleasures to know ...
... least at your frequent blaming my indolence , it ought rather to be called ingratitude , and I am obliged to your goodness for softening so harsh an appel- lation . When we meet it will , however , be my greatest of pleasures to know ...
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... least for our sakes , and do not be so soon weary of this little world : I do not know what * refined friendships This thought is very juvenile , but perhaps he meant to ridicule the affected manner of Mrs. Rowe's Letters of the Dead to ...
... least for our sakes , and do not be so soon weary of this little world : I do not know what * refined friendships This thought is very juvenile , but perhaps he meant to ridicule the affected manner of Mrs. Rowe's Letters of the Dead to ...
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... My comfort amidst all this is , that I have , at the distance of half a mile , through a green lane , a forest ( the vulgar call it a common ) all my own , At Burubam in Buckinghamshire . at least as good as so , for I spy ( 26 )
... My comfort amidst all this is , that I have , at the distance of half a mile , through a green lane , a forest ( the vulgar call it a common ) all my own , At Burubam in Buckinghamshire . at least as good as so , for I spy ( 26 )
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With Memoirs of His Life and Writings Thomas Gray, William Mason. at least as good as so , for I spy no human thing in it but myself . It is a little chaos of mountains and precipices ; mountains , it is true , that do not as- cend much ...
With Memoirs of His Life and Writings Thomas Gray, William Mason. at least as good as so , for I spy no human thing in it but myself . It is a little chaos of mountains and precipices ; mountains , it is true , that do not as- cend much ...
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... least I persuade myself so when I look at him , and think of Isabella and Oroonoko . I shall be in town in about three weeks . Adieu . September , 1737 . which LETTER X. MR . GRAY TO MR . WALPOLE . * I SYMPATHIZE with you in the ...
... least I persuade myself so when I look at him , and think of Isabella and Oroonoko . I shall be in town in about three weeks . Adieu . September , 1737 . which LETTER X. MR . GRAY TO MR . WALPOLE . * I SYMPATHIZE with you in the ...
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Էջ 17 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Էջ 461 - 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, To breathe a second spring.
Էջ 466 - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs 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...
Էջ 492 - 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 bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; y> Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
Էջ 474 - 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.
Էջ 511 - And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone : and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.
Էջ 470 - Where Angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but blasted with excess of light. Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
Էջ 493 - 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...
Էջ 476 - Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow 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 sceptred Care; 125 126 BOOK THIRD. To triumph and to die are mine.
Էջ 468 - 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.