The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 pages |
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... hand , and some annotations on it by the Editor · APPENDIX . · LETTERS TO MR . WALPOLE . 318 320 321 323 • 324 1. The little concern produced by public calamities . Some remarks upon the character of Mr. Pope 332 • 2. Description of ...
... hand , and some annotations on it by the Editor · APPENDIX . · LETTERS TO MR . WALPOLE . 318 320 321 323 • 324 1. The little concern produced by public calamities . Some remarks upon the character of Mr. Pope 332 • 2. Description of ...
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... hand , which instantly removed the paroxysm . He was born in Cornhill , December the 26th , 1716 ; was educated at Eton school , under the care of Mr. Antrobus , his mother's brother , who was at that time one of the assistant masters ...
... hand , which instantly removed the paroxysm . He was born in Cornhill , December the 26th , 1716 ; was educated at Eton school , under the care of Mr. Antrobus , his mother's brother , who was at that time one of the assistant masters ...
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... hand in hand with you , like the two children in the wood , Through many a flowery path and shelly grot , Where learning lull'd us in her private * maze . The very thought , you see , tips my pen with poetry , and brings Eton to my view ...
... hand in hand with you , like the two children in the wood , Through many a flowery path and shelly grot , Where learning lull'd us in her private * maze . The very thought , you see , tips my pen with poetry , and brings Eton to my view ...
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... hand against a brother's life Drug the dire bowl or point the murd❜rous knife ? Did e'er this tongue the slanderer's tale proclaim , Or madly violate my Maker's name ? Did e'er this heart betray a friend or foe , Or know a thought but ...
... hand against a brother's life Drug the dire bowl or point the murd❜rous knife ? Did e'er this tongue the slanderer's tale proclaim , Or madly violate my Maker's name ? Did e'er this heart betray a friend or foe , Or know a thought but ...
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... hand , and a great seal ring on the other . Your name , I as- sure you , has been propagated in these countries by a convert of yours , one ** , who has brought over his whole family to you ; they were before pretty good Whigs , but now ...
... hand , and a great seal ring on the other . Your name , I as- sure you , has been propagated in these countries by a convert of yours , one ** , who has brought over his whole family to you ; they were before pretty good Whigs , but now ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...