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Sida viii
... Mother . His Voyage from Dover .. Description of Calais . Abbeville . Amiens . Face of the Country , and Dress of the People XIII . To Mr. Weft . Monuments of the Kings of France at St. Denis , & c . French Opera and Mufic . Actors ...
... Mother . His Voyage from Dover .. Description of Calais . Abbeville . Amiens . Face of the Country , and Dress of the People XIII . To Mr. Weft . Monuments of the Kings of France at St. Denis , & c . French Opera and Mufic . Actors ...
Sida ix
... Mother . Death of the Pope . Intended departure for Rome . First and pleasing appearance of an Italian Spring XXVIII . To his Mother . Cathedral of Sienna . Viterbo . Distant fight of Rome . The Tiber . Entrance into the City . St ...
... Mother . Death of the Pope . Intended departure for Rome . First and pleasing appearance of an Italian Spring XXVIII . To his Mother . Cathedral of Sienna . Viterbo . Distant fight of Rome . The Tiber . Entrance into the City . St ...
Sida x
... Mother . Excurfion to Bologna . Election of a Pope ; De- scription of his Person , with an Odd Speech which he made to 339 345 the Cardinals in the Conclave • XXXVIII . To Mr. Weft . Description in Latin Hexameters of the fudden rising ...
... Mother . Excurfion to Bologna . Election of a Pope ; De- scription of his Person , with an Odd Speech which he made to 339 345 the Cardinals in the Conclave • XXXVIII . To Mr. Weft . Description in Latin Hexameters of the fudden rising ...
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... mother a little before this , and at the fame time finished an extreme fine poem , in imitation of Pindar , On the Power of Mufical Poetry , which he began two or three years before . In the winter of 1755 , George Hervey , Earl of ...
... mother a little before this , and at the fame time finished an extreme fine poem , in imitation of Pindar , On the Power of Mufical Poetry , which he began two or three years before . In the winter of 1755 , George Hervey , Earl of ...
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... mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and fmiled . " This pencil take ( she said ) , whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys , immortal Boy ! This ...
... mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and fmiled . " This pencil take ( she said ) , whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys , immortal Boy ! This ...
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againſt AGRIPPINA almoſt alſo amor atque beautiful becauſe befides beſt Bologna breaſt chooſe church cloſe courſe diſtant Dunciad Engliſh Eton College eyes faid fame fatire fecond fhall fide fince fing firſt fituation Florence fnow fome foon ftill fuch Genoa GRAY hæc himſelf Hippomedon houſe itſelf juſt King laft laſt leaſt LETTER moſt mountains muſt myſelf night o'er occafion ODIN paffa paffed paſs Phlegyas Pindar pleaſe pleaſure Pope praiſe preſent publiſhed quæ quod raiſe reft repoſe reſt Rome ſaid ſaw ſay ſcene ſeaſon ſee ſeems ſeen ſend ſet ſhall ſhe ſhort ſhould ſhow ſkies ſmall ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpring ſtate ſtay ſteep ſteps ſtill ſtone ſtrange ſtream ſuch Syphax Tacitus taſte Teverone themſelves theſe thing THOMAS GRAY thoſe thou thouſand uſed vaſt verſe Walpole Weft whoſe wiſh yourſelf εἰς καὶ
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Sida 74 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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.
Sida 73 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 75 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 5 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Sida 17 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Sida 80 - 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 12 - 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.
Sida 27 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Sida 13 - 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.
Sida 48 - Strains of Immortality! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun.