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... of the quadrangle of Peter - house . . . . 17 . To Mr . West . On his own leaving
the University . . . 38 18 . From Mr . West . Sends him a Latin Elegy in answer to
Mr Gray ' s Sapphic Ode . . . . . . . . . 39 Short narrative , concluding the Section .
... of the quadrangle of Peter - house . . . . 17 . To Mr . West . On his own leaving
the University . . . 38 18 . From Mr . West . Sends him a Latin Elegy in answer to
Mr Gray ' s Sapphic Ode . . . . . . . . . 39 Short narrative , concluding the Section .
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... having made four - and - twenty steps more , I shall be just where I was : I may ,
better than most people , say my life is but a span , were I not afraid lest you
should not believe that a person so short - lived could write even so long a letter
as ...
... having made four - and - twenty steps more , I shall be just where I was : I may ,
better than most people , say my life is but a span , were I not afraid lest you
should not believe that a person so short - lived could write even so long a letter
as ...
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could write even so long a letter as this ; in short , I believe I must not send you
the history of my own time , till I can send you that also of the reformation . *
However , as the most undeserving people in the world must sure have the vanity
to ...
could write even so long a letter as this ; in short , I believe I must not send you
the history of my own time , till I can send you that also of the reformation . *
However , as the most undeserving people in the world must sure have the vanity
to ...
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Nor must I forget thanking you for your little Alcaic fragment . The optic Naiads are
infinitely obliged to you . I was last week at Richmond Lodge , with Mr . Walpole ,
for two days , and dined with Cardinal Fleury : * as far as my short sight can go ...
Nor must I forget thanking you for your little Alcaic fragment . The optic Naiads are
infinitely obliged to you . I was last week at Richmond Lodge , with Mr . Walpole ,
for two days , and dined with Cardinal Fleury : * as far as my short sight can go ...
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As we made but a very short journey today , and came to our inn early , I sit down
to give you some account of our expedition . On the 29th , ( according to the style
here ) we left Dover at twelve at noon , and with a pretty brisk gale , which ...
As we made but a very short journey today , and came to our inn early , I sit down
to give you some account of our expedition . On the 29th , ( according to the style
here ) we left Dover at twelve at noon , and with a pretty brisk gale , which ...
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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.
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| Title | Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings |
| Authors | Thomas Gray, William Mason |
| Editor | William Mason |
| Publisher | J. F. Dove, 1820 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 1 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 527 pages |
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