The Works of Thomas Gray ...: Essay on Gray's poetry [by J. Mitford] LettersW. Pickering, 1835 |
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Side v
... Pope 8. To Mr. West . Thanks him for his Poetical Epistle . Com- plains of Low Spirits . Lady Walpole's Death , and his Concern for Mr. H. Walpole . 9 , To Mr. Walpole . How he spends his own Time in the Country . Meets with Mr ...
... Pope 8. To Mr. West . Thanks him for his Poetical Epistle . Com- plains of Low Spirits . Lady Walpole's Death , and his Concern for Mr. H. Walpole . 9 , To Mr. Walpole . How he spends his own Time in the Country . Meets with Mr ...
Side vi
... Pope . Intended departure for Rome . First and pleasing appearance of an Italian Spring 92 19. To his Mother . Cathedral of Sienna . Viterbo . Distant sight of Rome . The Tiber . Entrance into the City . St. Peter's . Introduction of ...
... Pope . Intended departure for Rome . First and pleasing appearance of an Italian Spring 92 19. To his Mother . Cathedral of Sienna . Viterbo . Distant sight of Rome . The Tiber . Entrance into the City . St. Peter's . Introduction of ...
Side vii
... Pope . Walpole's Sarcasın on the Ladies P-- and W and Lady M- W M- Gray's Description of the Method of Passing his Time at Florence 29. To his Mother . Excursion to Bologna . Election of a Pope ; Description of his Person , with an Odd ...
... Pope . Walpole's Sarcasın on the Ladies P-- and W and Lady M- W M- Gray's Description of the Method of Passing his Time at Florence 29. To his Mother . Excursion to Bologna . Election of a Pope ; Description of his Person , with an Odd ...
Side viii
... Scotland . On Mr. Pope * 5 . To Mr. Walpole * 6 . To J. Chute , Esq .. * 7 . To the same * 8 . To Mr. Wharton ..... ............. ......................... 176 180 183 188 189 ESSAY ON THE POETRY OF GRAY . I. On the viii CONTENTS .
... Scotland . On Mr. Pope * 5 . To Mr. Walpole * 6 . To J. Chute , Esq .. * 7 . To the same * 8 . To Mr. Wharton ..... ............. ......................... 176 180 183 188 189 ESSAY ON THE POETRY OF GRAY . I. On the viii CONTENTS .
Side viii
... Pope's advertisement to his Essay on Man , “ I found I could express them ( i . e . principles , maxims , & c . ) more shortly this way , than in prose itself . " Pope told Spence , that he wrote his Imitation of the first Sat. of ...
... Pope's advertisement to his Essay on Man , “ I found I could express them ( i . e . principles , maxims , & c . ) more shortly this way , than in prose itself . " Pope told Spence , that he wrote his Imitation of the first Sat. of ...
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The Works of Thomas Gray ...: Essay on Gray's poetry [by J. Mitford] Letters Thomas Gray Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1835 |
The Works of Thomas Gray ...: Essay on Gray's poetry [by J. Mitford] Letters Thomas Gray Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1835 |
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Side lxxviii - Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear : They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-colour'd wings.
Side lxxv - While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway 75 That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 153 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinished, 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...
Side 71 - I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation, that there was no restraining. Not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry. There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument. One need not have a very fantastic imagination to see spirits there at noonday. You have death perpetually before your eyes ; only so far removed, as to compose the mind without frighting it.
Side lix - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen are showers of violets found; The red-breast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
Side 21 - It is a little chaos of mountains and precipices ; mountains, it is true, that do not ascend much above the clouds, nor are the declivities quite so amazing as Dover cliff; but just such hills as people, who love their necks as well as I do, may venture to climb, and crags that give the eye as much pleasure as if they were more dangerous...
Side cxiv - His supplication to father Thames, to tell him who drives the hoop or tosses the ball, is useless and puerile. Father Thames has no better means of knowing than himself. His epithet buxom health is not elegant; he seems not to understand the word.
Side 3 - When you have seen one of my days, you have seen a 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 that, having made four-and-twenty steps more, I shall be just where I was.
Side viii - Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. As in the hollow breast of Apennine, Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, A myrtle rises, far from human eye, And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild...
Side 19 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.