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... which was sold after his death at £ 2000 less than its original cost . It was purchased by Alderman Ball , who was still resident in it in 1776 . Isaac Reed . of Mrs. Rogers , * another sister , at Stoke xii LIFE OF GRAY .
... which was sold after his death at £ 2000 less than its original cost . It was purchased by Alderman Ball , who was still resident in it in 1776 . Isaac Reed . of Mrs. Rogers , * another sister , at Stoke xii LIFE OF GRAY .
Side xviii
... original . " 2ndly . These participles of verbs thus derived , like all other participles , when used to denote ha- bitual attributes , pass into adjectives . Winged , feathered , thatched , painted , and innumerable others are ...
... original . " 2ndly . These participles of verbs thus derived , like all other participles , when used to denote ha- bitual attributes , pass into adjectives . Winged , feathered , thatched , painted , and innumerable others are ...
Side xxi
... Original composition he almost entirely long employed on it , and recited it so often , that many parts were stolen , and inserted in the works of other authors . Le Clerc got a fragment by heart , and published it in one of his ...
... Original composition he almost entirely long employed on it , and recited it so often , that many parts were stolen , and inserted in the works of other authors . Le Clerc got a fragment by heart , and published it in one of his ...
Side xxix
... original drawings are in the library of Straw- berry - Hill . See Walpole's Works , vol . ii . p . 447 ; and Lett . to G. Montagu , p . 97. Mr. Cumberland , in the Memoirs of his Life , vol . i . p . 33 , thinks that he sees " a satire ...
... original drawings are in the library of Straw- berry - Hill . See Walpole's Works , vol . ii . p . 447 ; and Lett . to G. Montagu , p . 97. Mr. Cumberland , in the Memoirs of his Life , vol . i . p . 33 , thinks that he sees " a satire ...
Side xxx
... original drawings in Walpole's possession , Mr. Mason says , are infinitely superior to the prints ; but even with this allowance , the praise must be con- sidered rather friendly than just ; since their merit consists in the grotesque ...
... original drawings in Walpole's possession , Mr. Mason says , are infinitely superior to the prints ; but even with this allowance , the praise must be con- sidered rather friendly than just ; since their merit consists in the grotesque ...
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Side 101 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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.
Side 8 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Side 83 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Side 90 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Side 34 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Side 5 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 21 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Side 93 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. 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...
Side 5 - Henry's holy shade ; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Side 56 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...