The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 страници |
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... late Emperor's funeral not being public . A procession to avert the ill effects of a late inundation . Intention of going to Venice . An invasion from the Neapolitans apprehended . The inhabitants of Tuscany dissa- tisfied with the ...
... late Emperor's funeral not being public . A procession to avert the ill effects of a late inundation . Intention of going to Venice . An invasion from the Neapolitans apprehended . The inhabitants of Tuscany dissa- tisfied with the ...
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... late translation of Statius might have deterred me , but I know you are not more able to excel others , than you are apt to forgive the want of excellence , especially when it is found in the pro- ductions of Christ Church , Dec. 22 ...
... late translation of Statius might have deterred me , but I know you are not more able to excel others , than you are apt to forgive the want of excellence , especially when it is found in the pro- ductions of Christ Church , Dec. 22 ...
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... late , Or aims , or seems to aim , the dart of Fate : From you remote , methinks alone I stand Like some sad exile in a desert land ; Around no friends their lenient care to join In mutual warmth , and mix their heart with mine . Or ...
... late , Or aims , or seems to aim , the dart of Fate : From you remote , methinks alone I stand Like some sad exile in a desert land ; Around no friends their lenient care to join In mutual warmth , and mix their heart with mine . Or ...
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... late the plant bewails his foolish pride , And sinks , untimely , in the whelming tide . But why repine , does life deserve my sigh ? Few will lament my loss whene'er I die . For those the wretches I despise or hate , I neither envy nor ...
... late the plant bewails his foolish pride , And sinks , untimely , in the whelming tide . But why repine , does life deserve my sigh ? Few will lament my loss whene'er I die . For those the wretches I despise or hate , I neither envy nor ...
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... late been so over - civil as to visit me regularly once a month - jam certus conviva . This is a painful nervous headache , which perhaps you have sometimes heard me speak of before . Give me leave to say , I find no physic com- parable ...
... late been so over - civil as to visit me regularly once a month - jam certus conviva . This is a painful nervous headache , which perhaps you have sometimes heard me speak of before . Give me leave to say , I find no physic com- parable ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...