Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and WritingsJ. F. Dove, 1820 - 527 páginas |
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... believe Mr. Wal- pole's phrase not very hyperbolical , who has often asserted to me that , " Gray never was a boy . " In April , 1738 , Mr. West left Christ Church for the Inner Temple , and Mr. Gray removed from Peterhouse to town the ...
... believe Mr. Wal- pole's phrase not very hyperbolical , who has often asserted to me that , " Gray never was a boy . " In April , 1738 , Mr. West left Christ Church for the Inner Temple , and Mr. Gray removed from Peterhouse to town the ...
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... than most people , say my life is but a span , were I not afraid lest you should not believe that a person so short - lived could write even so long a letter as this ; ( 11 ) From Mr WEST Sends him a translation into Latin of a Greek epi-
... than most people , say my life is but a span , were I not afraid lest you should not believe that a person so short - lived could write even so long a letter as this ; ( 11 ) From Mr WEST Sends him a translation into Latin of a Greek epi-
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... believe I must not send you the history of my own time , till I can send you that also of the reforma- tion . * However , as the most undeserving people in the world must sure have the vanity to wish somebody had a regard for them , so ...
... believe I must not send you the history of my own time , till I can send you that also of the reforma- tion . * However , as the most undeserving people in the world must sure have the vanity to wish somebody had a regard for them , so ...
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... very juvenile , but perhaps he meant to ridicule the affected manner of Mrs. Rowe's Letters of the Dead to the Living ; a book which was , I believe , published about this time . you may have contracted in the other , but pray ( 17 )
... very juvenile , but perhaps he meant to ridicule the affected manner of Mrs. Rowe's Letters of the Dead to the Living ; a book which was , I believe , published about this time . you may have contracted in the other , but pray ( 17 )
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... believe they must undergo the fate of all humble companions , and be discarded . Would I could turn them to the same use that you have done , and make an Apollo of them . If they could write such verses with me ( 25 )
... believe they must undergo the fate of all humble companions , and be discarded . Would I could turn them to the same use that you have done , and make an Apollo of them . If they could write such verses with me ( 25 )
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.