The Works of Donald G. Mitchell: English lands, leters and kings; Queen Anne and the GeorgesC. Scribner's sons, 1907 |
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... leaving an immense fortune ; there are business reasons demanding her return ; so she brings back that shrunken , unseemly face , and figure of hers to London ; takes a house there and fills it with 1 Dilke ; Papers , etc. , vol . ii ...
... leaving an immense fortune ; there are business reasons demanding her return ; so she brings back that shrunken , unseemly face , and figure of hers to London ; takes a house there and fills it with 1 Dilke ; Papers , etc. , vol . ii ...
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... leaving that poor , scathed , misshapen body — I should think gladly - leaving the pleasant home shaded by the willows he had planted ; and leaving a few wonderful poems which I am sure will live in literature as long as books are ...
... leaving that poor , scathed , misshapen body — I should think gladly - leaving the pleasant home shaded by the willows he had planted ; and leaving a few wonderful poems which I am sure will live in literature as long as books are ...
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... leaving this home ; " at twelve precisely , " he says in his last Journal , " my coach was at the door , which I was no sooner told than I kissed my children all around , and went into it with some little resolution . " There needed ...
... leaving this home ; " at twelve precisely , " he says in his last Journal , " my coach was at the door , which I was no sooner told than I kissed my children all around , and went into it with some little resolution . " There needed ...
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... leaving Cambridge , until they quarrelled and each took his own path . That quarrel , however , was mended somewhat later and Walpole became as good a friend to Gray as he could be to anybody - except Mr. Wal- pole . 1 Thomas Gray , b ...
... leaving Cambridge , until they quarrelled and each took his own path . That quarrel , however , was mended somewhat later and Walpole became as good a friend to Gray as he could be to anybody - except Mr. Wal- pole . 1 Thomas Gray , b ...
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... ; but , as a rule , they do not write poems so good as the Elegy . Gray died , after that quiet life of his , far down in the days of George III . , 1771 , leaving little work done , but a very great name . 77 THOMAS GRAY.
... ; but , as a rule , they do not write poems so good as the Elegy . Gray died , after that quiet life of his , far down in the days of George III . , 1771 , leaving little work done , but a very great name . 77 THOMAS GRAY.
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Страница 94 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary and cannot impart it; till I am known and do not want it.
Страница 308 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Страница 17 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise, And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Страница 76 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Страница 39 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Страница 308 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Страница 247 - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements, and feelings, and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Страница 80 - 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...
Страница 126 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Страница 16 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied.