The Works of Thomas Gray ...: Essay on Gray's poetry [by J. Mitford] LettersW. Pickering, 1835 |
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Side vi
... passing them . Method of Travelling over Mount Cenis 11. To Mr. West . Turin . Its Carnival . More of the Views and Scenery on the Road to the Grande Chartreuse . Wild and savage Prospects amongst the Alps , agreeable to Livy's ...
... passing them . Method of Travelling over Mount Cenis 11. To Mr. West . Turin . Its Carnival . More of the Views and Scenery on the Road to the Grande Chartreuse . Wild and savage Prospects amongst the Alps , agreeable to Livy's ...
Side vii
... Passing his Time at Florence 29. To his Mother . Excursion to Bologna . Election of a Pope ; Description of his Person , with an Odd Speech which he made to the Cardinals in the Conclave ... 119 121 127 30. To Mr. West . Description in ...
... Passing his Time at Florence 29. To his Mother . Excursion to Bologna . Election of a Pope ; Description of his Person , with an Odd Speech which he made to the Cardinals in the Conclave ... 119 121 127 30. To Mr. West . Description in ...
Side viii
... passed on to that which presented itself in a happier and more perfect form . How far indeed the order and connexion in which our first thoughts present themselves , can be restored , if once bro- ken , and the train of ideas recovered ...
... passed on to that which presented itself in a happier and more perfect form . How far indeed the order and connexion in which our first thoughts present themselves , can be restored , if once bro- ken , and the train of ideas recovered ...
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... passing from the strongest resemblances , to those that are fainter , every step affords addi- tional pleasure . Renewing the experiment again and again , he says , I feel no wavering , but the greatest pleasure constantly from the ...
... passing from the strongest resemblances , to those that are fainter , every step affords addi- tional pleasure . Renewing the experiment again and again , he says , I feel no wavering , but the greatest pleasure constantly from the ...
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... passed through hitherto has been flat , open , but agreeably diver- On this passage Mr. Whittington remarks , in his Essay on Gothic Architecture , 4to . p . 156— “ It is extra- ordinary that Gray should have compared this church ...
... passed through hitherto has been flat , open , but agreeably diver- On this passage Mr. Whittington remarks , in his Essay on Gothic Architecture , 4to . p . 156— “ It is extra- ordinary that Gray should have compared this church ...
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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.