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... half a mile , through a green lane , a forest ( the vulgar call it a common ) all my own , 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 ...
... half a mile , through a green lane , a forest ( the vulgar call it a common ) all my own , 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 ...
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... half a dozen new little procterlings to see its orders executed , being under mighty apprehensions lest Hen- ley * and his gilt tub should come to the fair and seduce their young ones but their pains are to small purpose ; for lo ...
... half a dozen new little procterlings to see its orders executed , being under mighty apprehensions lest Hen- ley * and his gilt tub should come to the fair and seduce their young ones but their pains are to small purpose ; for lo ...
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... half , accom- * The French opera has only three acts , but often a prologue on a different sub- ject , which ( as Mr. Walpole informs me , who saw it at the same time ) was the case in this very representation . panied by an orchestra ...
... half , accom- * The French opera has only three acts , but often a prologue on a different sub- ject , which ( as Mr. Walpole informs me , who saw it at the same time ) was the case in this very representation . panied by an orchestra ...
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... half a mile long , and with the palace itself to terminate the view ; facing which , on each side of you , is placed a semicircle of very handsome buildings , which form the stables . These we will not enter into , because you know we ...
... half a mile long , and with the palace itself to terminate the view ; facing which , on each side of you , is placed a semicircle of very handsome buildings , which form the stables . These we will not enter into , because you know we ...
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... half , some totally changed into frogs , all of which throw out water at her in great plenty . From this place runs on the great alley , which brings you into a complete round , where is the basin of Apollo , the biggest in the gardens ...
... half , some totally changed into frogs , all of which throw out water at her in great plenty . From this place runs on the great alley , which brings you into a complete round , where is the basin of Apollo , the biggest in the gardens ...
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The Works of Thomas Gray: Collated from the Various Editions; With Memoirs ... William Mason,Thomas Gray, Sir Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...