The Works of Thomas Gray: Containing His Poems and Correspondence, with Memoirs of His Life and Writings, Volum 1Harding, Triphook, and Lepard, 1825 - 2 sider |
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... perhaps they are, perhaps you are unique, perhaps they threw the mold away when you were made. But chances are that there's only a bit of difference between your problems and those of others — other unusual persons, I mean, like you ...
... perhaps they are, perhaps you are unique, perhaps they threw the mold away when you were made. But chances are that there's only a bit of difference between your problems and those of others — other unusual persons, I mean, like you ...
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... perhaps we shall understand it , like so many other things , when we are older . Great troubles followed on the death of Huss . Bohemia was divided into three parties , who fought against each other . Castles were sacked , and noble ...
... perhaps we shall understand it , like so many other things , when we are older . Great troubles followed on the death of Huss . Bohemia was divided into three parties , who fought against each other . Castles were sacked , and noble ...
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... perhaps , is to go to a large centre , such as Paris , Berlin or Vienna , whither large numbers repair , to take " courses , " these are generally very good , and thorough ; to one who has had much teaching experience they are apt to ...
... perhaps , is to go to a large centre , such as Paris , Berlin or Vienna , whither large numbers repair , to take " courses , " these are generally very good , and thorough ; to one who has had much teaching experience they are apt to ...
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... perhaps the most cruel in the sad catalogue of human evils - I had not merely to bear indifference from that object ... Perhaps she would find a refuge from me in the grave - perhaps her last breath would curse me -- or if she pitied ...
... perhaps the most cruel in the sad catalogue of human evils - I had not merely to bear indifference from that object ... Perhaps she would find a refuge from me in the grave - perhaps her last breath would curse me -- or if she pitied ...
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... perhaps our profes- sions incline us ? The study of law is extremely conser- vative in its influence ; and is not that of divinity rather to the opposite extreme ? Perhaps in this case , as in most , the middle course is really the ...
... perhaps our profes- sions incline us ? The study of law is extremely conser- vative in its influence ; and is not that of divinity rather to the opposite extreme ? Perhaps in this case , as in most , the middle course is really the ...
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Side 116 - Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Side 126 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Side 124 - 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.
Side 38 - And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone : and upon the likeness of the throne was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.
Side 125 - 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.
Side 115 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 47 - 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 Streamed 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 43 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Side 126 - TO fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove, But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Side 62 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.