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... give four farthings to demonstrate this ever so clearly ; and if these be the profits of life , give me the amusements of it . The people I behold all around me , it seems , know all this and more , and yet I do not know one of them who ...
... give four farthings to demonstrate this ever so clearly ; and if these be the profits of life , give me the amusements of it . The people I behold all around me , it seems , know all this and more , and yet I do not know one of them who ...
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... that he should soon be re- leased from lectures and disputations . It is certain , that Mr. Gray continued at college near two years after the time he wrote the preceding letter . and , to give you a proof of it , 22 GRAY'S LIFE.
... that he should soon be re- leased from lectures and disputations . It is certain , that Mr. Gray continued at college near two years after the time he wrote the preceding letter . and , to give you a proof of it , 22 GRAY'S LIFE.
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Thomas Gray, William Mason. and , to give you a proof of it , I have sent you an elegy * of Tibullus translated . Tibullus ... give my idea of Mr. Gray's peculiar vein of humour . cases ) I would by no means have parted with AND LETTERS . 23.
Thomas Gray, William Mason. and , to give you a proof of it , I have sent you an elegy * of Tibullus translated . Tibullus ... give my idea of Mr. Gray's peculiar vein of humour . cases ) I would by no means have parted with AND LETTERS . 23.
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... give back the image of my heart ) At me the pow'r that comes or soon or late , Or aims , or seems to aim , the dart of Fate : From you remote , methinks alone I stand Like some sad exile in a desert land ; Around no friends their ...
... give back the image of my heart ) At me the pow'r that comes or soon or late , Or aims , or seems to aim , the dart of Fate : From you remote , methinks alone I stand Like some sad exile in a desert land ; Around no friends their ...
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... give you all the trouble I would have done . The description of a road , which your coach wheels have so often ho- noured , it would be needless to give you ; suffice it that I arrived safe * at my uncle's , who is a great hunter in ...
... give you all the trouble I would have done . The description of a road , which your coach wheels have so often ho- noured , it would be needless to give you ; suffice it that I arrived safe * at my uncle's , who is a great hunter in ...
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The Works of Thomas Gray: Collated from the Various Editions; With Memoirs ... William Mason,Thomas Gray, Sir Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Side 371 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 377 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Side 398 - 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. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Side 118 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, 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 380 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace...
Side 399 - 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 373 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Side 372 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Side 375 - 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.
Side 397 - 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...