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Next to seeing you is the pleasure of seeing your handwriting ; next to hearing
you is the pleasure of hearing from you . Really and sincerely I wonder at you ,
that you thought it not worth while to answer my last letter . I hope this will have
better ...
Next to seeing you is the pleasure of seeing your handwriting ; next to hearing
you is the pleasure of hearing from you . Really and sincerely I wonder at you ,
that you thought it not worth while to answer my last letter . I hope this will have
better ...
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When we meet it will , however , be my greatest of pleasures to know what you do
, what you read , and how you spend your ... upon it , doing nothing is a most
amusing business ; and yet neither something nor nothing gives me any pleasure
.
When we meet it will , however , be my greatest of pleasures to know what you do
, what you read , and how you spend your ... upon it , doing nothing is a most
amusing business ; and yet neither something nor nothing gives me any pleasure
.
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You must know that I do not take degrees , and , after this term , shall have
nothing more of college impertinences to undergo , which I trust will be some
pleasure to you , as it is a great one to me . I have endured lectures daily and
hourly since ...
You must know that I do not take degrees , and , after this term , shall have
nothing more of college impertinences to undergo , which I trust will be some
pleasure to you , as it is a great one to me . I have endured lectures daily and
hourly since ...
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... Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure , Each day of business has its hour
of leisure . In one of these hours I hope , dear sir , you will sometimes think of me ,
write to me , and know me yours , ' Ežavda , un krūbe vów , iva tloouev õupwo ...
... Mix with your grave designs a little pleasure , Each day of business has its hour
of leisure . In one of these hours I hope , dear sir , you will sometimes think of me ,
write to me , and know me yours , ' Ežavda , un krūbe vów , iva tloouev õupwo ...
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For by this time the ill health that you complain of is ( I hope ) quite departed ,
though , if I were self - interested , I ought to wish for the continuance of any thing
that could be the occasion of so much pleasure to me . Low spirits are my true
and ...
For by this time the ill health that you complain of is ( I hope ) quite departed ,
though , if I were self - interested , I ought to wish for the continuance of any thing
that could be the occasion of so much pleasure to me . Low spirits are my true
and ...
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Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings Thomas Gray,William Mason Visualização integral - 1820 |
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.