The Works of Thomas Gray: LettersMacmillan, 1884 - 4 страници |
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acquaintance Adieu admire Amst Antistrophe appear beautiful believe best compliments Brown called Cambridge Caractacus church College Comédie Française Conyers Middleton DEAR DOCTOR-I DEAR MASON-I dear Sir desire Dodsley Duke edition Elidurus eyes famous Florence fortnight give glad gout Gray's head hear heard hither honour hope HORACE WALPOLE imagine JAMES BROWN journey King Lady letter lines live London Lord master mention miles mountains Naples never night obliged opinion pass Pembroke Pembroke College perhaps Peterhouse Pindar pleasure Poems Pray printed published RICHARD WEST Rome seen shew sincerely Sir John Mordaunt soon sorry sort spirit stanza Stoke Stonhewer suppose sure Syphax Tacitus talk tell thing THOMAS WHARTON thought told town Tuthill verse Walpole's week WILLIAM MASON wish wonder word write wrote
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Страница 268 - Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the sable warrior fled ? — Thy son is gone ; he rests among the dead.
Страница 269 - Edward, lo ! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof, the thread is spun !) Half of thy heart we consecrate ; (The web is wove, the work is done...
Страница 313 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Страница 269 - Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof; The thread is spun;) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove; The work is done.) — Stay, oh stay!