Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings |
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... passed through the park of Chantilly by the Duke of Bourbon's palace , which we only beheld as we passed ; broke down at Lusarche ; stopt at St. Denis , saw all the beautiful monuments of the kings of France , and the vast treasures of ...
... passed through the park of Chantilly by the Duke of Bourbon's palace , which we only beheld as we passed ; broke down at Lusarche ; stopt at St. Denis , saw all the beautiful monuments of the kings of France , and the vast treasures of ...
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... passing through a road speckled with vines , and villas , and hares , and partridges , we arrive at the great avenue , flanked on either hand with a double row of trees about half a mile long , and with the palace itself to terminate ...
... passing through a road speckled with vines , and villas , and hares , and partridges , we arrive at the great avenue , flanked on either hand with a double row of trees about half a mile long , and with the palace itself to terminate ...
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... passed through has been extremely agreeable ; it runs through the most fertile part of Champaigne by the side of the river Marne , with a chain of hills on each hand at some distance , entirely covered with woods and vineyards , and ...
... passed through has been extremely agreeable ; it runs through the most fertile part of Champaigne by the side of the river Marne , with a chain of hills on each hand at some distance , entirely covered with woods and vineyards , and ...
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... passing through here , in their way to Italy and the South , which at present happen to be near thirty in number . It is a fortnight since we set out from hence upon a little excursion to Geneva . We took the longest road , which lies ...
... passing through here , in their way to Italy and the South , which at present happen to be near thirty in number . It is a fortnight since we set out from hence upon a little excursion to Geneva . We took the longest road , which lies ...
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... passing through many clouds that were then forming themselves on the mountain's side . Next day we continued our journey by Cham- berry , which , though the chief city of the Dutchy , and residence of the King of Sardinia , when he ...
... passing through many clouds that were then forming themselves on the mountain's side . Next day we continued our journey by Cham- berry , which , though the chief city of the Dutchy , and residence of the King of Sardinia , when he ...
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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.