Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and WritingsJ. F. Dove, 1820 - Всего страниц: 527 |
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... Italy and Greece • • • 69 79 80 08 · 82 · 83 17. To his MOTHER . Death of the Pope . Intended departure for Rome . First and pleasing appearance of an Italian spring 18. To his MOTHER . Cathedral of Sienna . Viterbo . Distant sight of ...
... Italy and Greece • • • 69 79 80 08 · 82 · 83 17. To his MOTHER . Death of the Pope . Intended departure for Rome . First and pleasing appearance of an Italian spring 18. To his MOTHER . Cathedral of Sienna . Viterbo . Distant sight of ...
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... Italian fair and an English one . A farewell to Florence and its prospects , in Latin hexameters . Imitation , in the same language , of an Italian sonnet Page - 118 Account of Mr. Gray's return home , and of his second visit to the ...
... Italian fair and an English one . A farewell to Florence and its prospects , in Latin hexameters . Imitation , in the same language , of an Italian sonnet Page - 118 Account of Mr. Gray's return home , and of his second visit to the ...
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... Italian till about a year and a half before he translated this scene ; and I find amongst his papers an English trans- lation of part of the fourth Canto of Tasso's Gierusalemma Liberata , done pre- viously to this , which has great ...
... Italian till about a year and a half before he translated this scene ; and I find amongst his papers an English trans- lation of part of the fourth Canto of Tasso's Gierusalemma Liberata , done pre- viously to this , which has great ...
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... Italy , my province will be chiefly that of an Editor ; and my only care to se- lect , from a large collection of letters written to his parents and to his friend Mr. West , those parts which , I imagine , will be most likely either to ...
... Italy , my province will be chiefly that of an Editor ; and my only care to se- lect , from a large collection of letters written to his parents and to his friend Mr. West , those parts which , I imagine , will be most likely either to ...
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... Italy . LETTER I. MR . GRAY TO HIS MOTHER . Amiens , April 1 , N. S. 1739 . As we made but a very short journey to- day , and came to our inn early , I sit down to give you some account of our expedition . On the 29th , ( according to ...
... Italy . LETTER I. MR . GRAY TO HIS MOTHER . Amiens , April 1 , N. S. 1739 . As we made but a very short journey to- day , and came to our inn early , I sit down to give you some account of our expedition . On the 29th , ( according to ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.