Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings |
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... lines · . • · 11 3. From Mr. WEST . Approbation of the version . Ridicule on the Cambridge Collection of Verses on the marriage of the Prince of Wales Preface of the Editor to the subsequent letter 4. To Mr. WEST . On the little ...
... lines · . • · 11 3. From Mr. WEST . Approbation of the version . Ridicule on the Cambridge Collection of Verses on the marriage of the Prince of Wales Preface of the Editor to the subsequent letter 4. To Mr. WEST . On the little ...
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... lines . For this little while past I have been playing with Statius ; we yesterday had a game at quoits together : you will easily forgive me for having broke his head , as you have a little pique to him . I send you my translation ...
... lines . For this little while past I have been playing with Statius ; we yesterday had a game at quoits together : you will easily forgive me for having broke his head , as you have a little pique to him . I send you my translation ...
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... lines abso- lutely cut off , and its other limbs quartered in a most barbarous manner . I will send it you in my next as my true and lawful heir , in exclusion of the pretender , who has the impudence to appear under my name . As yet I ...
... lines abso- lutely cut off , and its other limbs quartered in a most barbarous manner . I will send it you in my next as my true and lawful heir , in exclusion of the pretender , who has the impudence to appear under my name . As yet I ...
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... lines 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 ...
... lines 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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... the second line , arising from the synonimes mala and poma . + Here he quits Tibullus ; the ten following verses have but a remote reference to Mr. Pope's letter . ' Tis like the stream , beside whose wat❜ry bed C 2 ( 23 )
... the second line , arising from the synonimes mala and poma . + Here he quits Tibullus ; the ten following verses have but a remote reference to Mr. Pope's letter . ' Tis like the stream , beside whose wat❜ry bed C 2 ( 23 )
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.