The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - Всего страниц: 446 |
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... admiration : I want you to learn too , that I may know your opinion of him ; nothing can be easier than that language to any one who knows Latin and French already , and there are few so copious and expressive . " In the same letter he ...
... admiration : I want you to learn too , that I may know your opinion of him ; nothing can be easier than that language to any one who knows Latin and French already , and there are few so copious and expressive . " In the same letter he ...
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... admirable roads , and in an easy conveyance ; the inns not absolutely intoler- able , and images quite unusual presenting themselves on all hands . At Amiens we saw the fine cathedral , and eat paté de perdrix ; passed through the park ...
... admirable roads , and in an easy conveyance ; the inns not absolutely intoler- able , and images quite unusual presenting themselves on all hands . At Amiens we saw the fine cathedral , and eat paté de perdrix ; passed through the park ...
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... admirable ; in short , you find every thing , that luxury can desire , in perfection . We have now been here a week , and shall stay some little time longer . We are at the foot of the Appennine mountains ; it will take up three days to ...
... admirable ; in short , you find every thing , that luxury can desire , in perfection . We have now been here a week , and shall stay some little time longer . We are at the foot of the Appennine mountains ; it will take up three days to ...
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... admirably well kept , and paved throughout , which is a length of fourscore miles , and more : we left the Pope's dominions , and lay that night in those of the Grand Duke at Fiorenzuola ; a paltry little town , at the foot of mount ...
... admirably well kept , and paved throughout , which is a length of fourscore miles , and more : we left the Pope's dominions , and lay that night in those of the Grand Duke at Fiorenzuola ; a paltry little town , at the foot of mount ...
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... admirable meal . We had the dugs of a pregnant sow , a peacock , a dish of thrushes , a noble scarus just fresh from the Tyrrhene , and some conchylia of the lake with garum sauce : for my part I never eat better at Lucullus's table ...
... admirable meal . We had the dugs of a pregnant sow , a peacock , a dish of thrushes , a noble scarus just fresh from the Tyrrhene , and some conchylia of the lake with garum sauce : for my part I never eat better at Lucullus's table ...
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Стр. 371 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Стр. 377 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Стр. 398 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, .And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Стр. 118 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Стр. 380 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace...
Стр. 399 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 373 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Стр. 372 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Стр. 375 - 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.
Стр. 397 - 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...