The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 sidor |
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... mountains and precipices ; mountains , it is true , that do not ascend much above the clouds , nor are the declivi- ties quite so amazing as Dover cliff ; but just such hills as people , who love their necks as well as I do , may ...
... mountains and precipices ; mountains , it is true , that do not ascend much above the clouds , nor are the declivi- ties quite so amazing as Dover cliff ; but just such hills as people , who love their necks as well as I do , may ...
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... mountains of Switzerland to meet her ; and with all her soft airs she likes him never the worse ; she goes through the middle of the city in state , and he passes incog . without the walls , but waits for her a little below . The houses ...
... mountains of Switzerland to meet her ; and with all her soft airs she likes him never the worse ; she goes through the middle of the city in state , and he passes incog . without the walls , but waits for her a little below . The houses ...
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... mountains , and those mountains all bedroped and bespeckled with houses , gardens , and plantations of the rich Bourgeois , who have from thence a prospect of the city in the vale below on one hand , on the other the rich plains of the ...
... mountains , and those mountains all bedroped and bespeckled with houses , gardens , and plantations of the rich Bourgeois , who have from thence a prospect of the city in the vale below on one hand , on the other the rich plains of the ...
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... mountains of Savoy , called Echelles ; from thence we proceeded on horses , who are used to the way , to the mountain of the Chartreuse it is six miles to the top ; the road runs winding up it , commonly not six feet . broad ; on one ...
... mountains of Savoy , called Echelles ; from thence we proceeded on horses , who are used to the way , to the mountain of the Chartreuse it is six miles to the top ; the road runs winding up it , commonly not six feet . broad ; on one ...
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... mountains of Bugey , without meeting with any thing new at last we came out into the plains of La Bresse , and so to Lyons again . Sir Robert has written to Mr. Walpole , to desire he would go to Italy , which he has re- solved to do ...
... mountains of Bugey , without meeting with any thing new at last we came out into the plains of La Bresse , and so to Lyons again . Sir Robert has written to Mr. Walpole , to desire he would go to Italy , which he has re- solved to do ...
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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...