The Works of Thomas Gray, Volum 1Bell and Daldy, 1857 |
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Side ii
... says that , when at school , West's genius was thought to be more brilliant than his friend's . A portrait of the father is in the hall of the Inner Temple , given by Richard Glover . He was appointed Lord Chancellor in the reign of ...
... says that , when at school , West's genius was thought to be more brilliant than his friend's . A portrait of the father is in the hall of the Inner Temple , given by Richard Glover . He was appointed Lord Chancellor in the reign of ...
Side vi
... says Mr. Mason , " and made occasional short remarks on the pictures which he saw . He wrote a minute des- cription of every thing which he saw in his tour from Rome to Naples ; as also of the environs of Rome , Florence , & c . They ...
... says Mr. Mason , " and made occasional short remarks on the pictures which he saw . He wrote a minute des- cription of every thing which he saw in his tour from Rome to Naples ; as also of the environs of Rome , Florence , & c . They ...
Side ix
... says that they quarrelled at Florence and parted , instead of Reggio . He says also , that Gray began his poem • De Principiis Cogitandi ' after his return : but it was com menced in the winter of 1740 , at Florence . ment and prudence ...
... says that they quarrelled at Florence and parted , instead of Reggio . He says also , that Gray began his poem • De Principiis Cogitandi ' after his return : but it was com menced in the winter of 1740 , at Florence . ment and prudence ...
Side x
... says ) — a simple one , you will perhaps say , —that if ever two people who love one another come to breaking , it is for want of a timely eclaircissement , a full and precise one , without wit- nesses or mediators , and without ...
... says ) — a simple one , you will perhaps say , —that if ever two people who love one another come to breaking , it is for want of a timely eclaircissement , a full and precise one , without wit- nesses or mediators , and without ...
Side xi
... says ) were made up between Gray and Walpole , and the latter asked Gray to Strawberry Hill , when he came , he without any ceremony told Walpole , that he came to wait on him as civility required , but by no means would he ever be ...
... says ) were made up between Gray and Walpole , and the latter asked Gray to Strawberry Hill , when he came , he without any ceremony told Walpole , that he came to wait on him as civility required , but by no means would he ever be ...
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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...