Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and WritingsJ. F. Dove, 1820 - 527 sider |
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... rest of his life . The Editor of these Memoirs becomes acquainted with him in the year 1747. He corresponds with Dr. Wharton and several other persons till the year 1768 , when he is appointed Professor of Mo- dern History LETTER Page ...
... rest of his life . The Editor of these Memoirs becomes acquainted with him in the year 1747. He corresponds with Dr. Wharton and several other persons till the year 1768 , when he is appointed Professor of Mo- dern History LETTER Page ...
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... rest ) and would certainly have been cut off as early , had not his mother , with a courage remarkable for one of her sex , and withal so very tender a parent , ventured to open a vein with her own hand , which ( 6 )
... rest ) and would certainly have been cut off as early , had not his mother , with a courage remarkable for one of her sex , and withal so very tender a parent , ventured to open a vein with her own hand , which ( 6 )
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... rest of the Sections , into which I divide this work . By which means , and by the assistance of a few notes which I shall occasionally add , it may be hoped that nothing will be omitted which may tend to give a regular and clear ...
... rest of the Sections , into which I divide this work . By which means , and by the assistance of a few notes which I shall occasionally add , it may be hoped that nothing will be omitted which may tend to give a regular and clear ...
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... rest of your translation , and then I will examine it entire , and compare it with the Latin , and be very wise and severe , and put on an inflexible face , such as becomes the character of a true son of Aristarchus , of hyper ...
... rest of your translation , and then I will examine it entire , and compare it with the Latin , and be very wise and severe , and put on an inflexible face , such as becomes the character of a true son of Aristarchus , of hyper ...
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... rest there , and find for herself a place of rest . " You see here is a pretty collection of desolate animals , which is verified in this town to a tittle , and perhaps it may also al- lude to your habitation , for you know all types ...
... rest there , and find for herself a place of rest . " You see here is a pretty collection of desolate animals , which is verified in this town to a tittle , and perhaps it may also al- lude to your habitation , for you know all types ...
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Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings Thomas Gray,William Mason Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1820 |
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Side 17 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Side 461 - 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 466 - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres...
Side 492 - 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 bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; y> Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
Side 474 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, 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, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Side 511 - 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 470 - Where Angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but blasted with excess of light. Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
Side 493 - 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 country's blood. Th...
Side 476 - Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign: Be thine Despair and sceptred Care; 125 126 BOOK THIRD. To triumph and to die are mine.
Side 468 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.