The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 sidor |
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... Lady Walpole's death , and his concern for Mr. H. Walpole 9. To Mr. WALPOLE . How he spends his own time in the country . Meets with Mr. Southern , the dramatic poet • • • 10. To Mr. WALPOLE . Supposed manner in which Mr. Walpole spends ...
... Lady Walpole's death , and his concern for Mr. H. Walpole 9. To Mr. WALPOLE . How he spends his own time in the country . Meets with Mr. Southern , the dramatic poet • • • 10. To Mr. WALPOLE . Supposed manner in which Mr. Walpole spends ...
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... lady 250 50. To Dr. WHARTON . Description of the old castle of Glamis , and part of the Highlands · ib . 258 · . 260 • 261 • · 263 264 53. To Dr. WHARTON . Tour in Kent . New Bath Guide . Another volume of Buffon 54. To Mr. MASON . On ...
... lady 250 50. To Dr. WHARTON . Description of the old castle of Glamis , and part of the Highlands · ib . 258 · . 260 • 261 • · 263 264 53. To Dr. WHARTON . Tour in Kent . New Bath Guide . Another volume of Buffon 54. To Mr. MASON . On ...
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... Gray • Stanzas on the same Occasion , by a Lady · 433 434 . 435 438 · 440 · 442 • 443 Epitaph on his Monument in Westminster Abbey , by Mr. Mason · 446 The Tears of Genius • • MEMOIRS OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF MR . GRAY. X CONTENTS .
... Gray • Stanzas on the same Occasion , by a Lady · 433 434 . 435 438 · 440 · 442 • 443 Epitaph on his Monument in Westminster Abbey , by Mr. Mason · 446 The Tears of Genius • • MEMOIRS OF THE LIFE AND WRITINGS OF MR . GRAY. X CONTENTS .
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... Lady Walpole's death on Saturday night last . Forgive me if the thought of what my poor Horace must feel , on that account , obliges me to have done in reminding you that I am , London , Aug. 22 , 1737 . Yours , & c . IX . MR . GRAY TO ...
... Lady Walpole's death on Saturday night last . Forgive me if the thought of what my poor Horace must feel , on that account , obliges me to have done in reminding you that I am , London , Aug. 22 , 1737 . Yours , & c . IX . MR . GRAY TO ...
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... between them , by a lady who wished well to both parties . further . This chaise is a strange sort of conveyance AND LETTERS . 41 To Mr MASON More concerning the Nouvelle Eloise Of Signor Elisi, and other opera singers 233.
... between them , by a lady who wished well to both parties . further . This chaise is a strange sort of conveyance AND LETTERS . 41 To Mr MASON More concerning the Nouvelle Eloise Of Signor Elisi, and other opera singers 233.
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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...