The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 pages |
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... whole of Count Algarotti's works in the Leghorn edition , and his sentiments concerning them 10. To Mr. NICHOLLS . On the affection due to a mother . Description of that part of Kent from whence the letter was written 11. To Mr ...
... whole of Count Algarotti's works in the Leghorn edition , and his sentiments concerning them 10. To Mr. NICHOLLS . On the affection due to a mother . Description of that part of Kent from whence the letter was written 11. To Mr ...
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... whole year of my life ; they go round and round like the blind horse in the mill , only he has the satisfaction of fancying he makes a progress , and gets some ground ; my eyes are open enough to see the same dull prospect , and to know ...
... whole year of my life ; they go round and round like the blind horse in the mill , only he has the satisfaction of fancying he makes a progress , and gets some ground ; my eyes are open enough to see the same dull prospect , and to know ...
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... whole piece for the sake of a few tolerable lines . For this little while past I have been playing with Statius ; we yesterday had a game at quoits together : you will easily forgive me for having broke his head , as you have a little ...
... whole piece for the sake of a few tolerable lines . For this little while past I have been playing with Statius ; we yesterday had a game at quoits together : you will easily forgive me for having broke his head , as you have a little ...
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... whole contents of my share in our correspondence may be reduced under the two heads of 1st , You ; 2dly , I : the first is indeed a subject to ex- patiate upon , but you might laugh at me for talking about what I do not understand ; the ...
... whole contents of my share in our correspondence may be reduced under the two heads of 1st , You ; 2dly , I : the first is indeed a subject to ex- patiate upon , but you might laugh at me for talking about what I do not understand ; the ...
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... whole morning . The timorous hare and sportive squirrel gambol around me like Adam in Paradise , before he had an Eve ; but I think he did not use to read Virgil , as I commonly do there . In this situation I often converse with my ...
... whole morning . The timorous hare and sportive squirrel gambol around me like Adam in Paradise , before he had an Eve ; but I think he did not use to read Virgil , as I commonly do there . In this situation I often converse with my ...
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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...