Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and WritingsJ. F. Dove, 1820 - 527 páginas |
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... write in that language with a grace and an Augustan urbanity that amazes me : your Greek too is per- fect in its kind . And here let me wonder that a man , longè Græcorum doctissimus , should be at a loss for the verse and chapter ...
... write in that language with a grace and an Augustan urbanity that amazes me : your Greek too is per- fect in its kind . And here let me wonder that a man , longè Græcorum doctissimus , should be at a loss for the verse and chapter ...
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... writing to you preferably to a good supper ; for these three days we have been here have actually given me an aversion to eating in general . If hunger be the best sauce to meat , the French are certainly the worst cooks in the world ...
... writing to you preferably to a good supper ; for these three days we have been here have actually given me an aversion to eating in general . If hunger be the best sauce to meat , the French are certainly the worst cooks in the world ...
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... write but once to them ? Please to consult Tully de Amicit . page 5 , line 25 , and you will find it said in ex- press terms , " Ad amicum inter Remos relegatum mense uno quinquies scriptum esto ; " nothing more plain , or less liable ...
... write but once to them ? Please to consult Tully de Amicit . page 5 , line 25 , and you will find it said in ex- press terms , " Ad amicum inter Remos relegatum mense uno quinquies scriptum esto ; " nothing more plain , or less liable ...
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... write to you in . The journey from Florence cost us four days , one of which was spent at Sienna , an agreeable , clean , old city , of no great magnificence , or extent ; but in a fine situation , and good air . What it has most ...
... write to you in . The journey from Florence cost us four days , one of which was spent at Sienna , an agreeable , clean , old city , of no great magnificence , or extent ; but in a fine situation , and good air . What it has most ...
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... write to Mr. West , and said he thought it for his glory , that I should draw up an inventory of all his most serene possessions for the said West's perusal . - Imprimis , a house , be- ing in circumference a quarter of a mile , two ...
... write to Mr. West , and said he thought it for his glory , that I should draw up an inventory of all his most serene possessions for the said West's perusal . - Imprimis , a house , be- ing in circumference a quarter of a mile , two ...
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Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings Thomas Gray,William Mason Visualização integral - 1820 |
The poems and letters of Thomas Gray, with memoirs of his life and writings ... Thomas Gray Visualização integral - 1820 |
Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings Thomas Gray,William Mason Visualização integral - 1820 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
admire Agrippina Anicetus antiquity appear beauty believe called Cambridge Caractacus castle church death Duke Dunciad Elegy Elfrida eyes Florence give Gothic Gothic architecture grace Grande Chartreuse GRAY TO DR Gray's hæc hand hear heart hexameters hill honour hope house of York imagine IMITATION insert Italy Keswick King lady lake LETTER lines live Lord Lord Bolingbroke manner MASON Massinissa mean miles mind mother mountains never night o'er Odin opinion passed perhaps Petrarch Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry Pope published quæ racter reader rise river road Rome round scene seems seen shew side Sir William Williams Skiddaw spirit stanzas sure Syphax Tacitus taste tell thing thought Tibullus tion town vale verse Walpole WEST WHARTON wish wood write written
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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.