The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 páginas |
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... never expects to find in the memoirs of a philosopher , or poet , the same species of entertainment , or information , which he would receive from those of a statesman or general : he ex- pects , however , to be either informed or ...
... never expects to find in the memoirs of a philosopher , or poet , the same species of entertainment , or information , which he would receive from those of a statesman or general : he ex- pects , however , to be either informed or ...
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... never to appear but in full dress , will think that Dr. Sprat has reason on his side ; but I suspect that the generality will , notwithstanding , wish he had been less scrupulously de- licate , and lament that the letters in question ...
... never to appear but in full dress , will think that Dr. Sprat has reason on his side ; but I suspect that the generality will , notwithstanding , wish he had been less scrupulously de- licate , and lament that the letters in question ...
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... 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 latter end of that year ; intending also to apply himself to the study of the law in the same so ...
... 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 latter end of that year ; intending also to apply himself to the study of the law in the same so ...
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... never knew before that the golden fangs on hammer- cloths were so old a fashion . Your Hymenêal * I was told was the best in the Cambridge Collection before I saw it , and , indeed , it is no great compliment to tell you I thought it so ...
... never knew before that the golden fangs on hammer- cloths were so old a fashion . Your Hymenêal * I was told was the best in the Cambridge Collection before I saw it , and , indeed , it is no great compliment to tell you I thought it so ...
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... never weary me with the repetition of any thing that makes me sensible of your kindness ; since that has been the only idea of any social happiness that I have almost ever received , and which ( begging your pardon for thinking so ...
... never weary me with the repetition of any thing that makes me sensible of your kindness ; since that has been the only idea of any social happiness that I have almost ever received , and which ( begging your pardon for thinking so ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...