The Works of Thomas Gray: LettersMacmillan, 1884 - 4 pages |
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... Lady Walpole's death on Saturday night last . Forgive me if the thought of what my poor Horace must feel on that account , obliges me to have done in reminding you that I am yours , etc. London , August 22 , 1737 . VIII . TO HORACE ...
... Lady Walpole's death on Saturday night last . Forgive me if the thought of what my poor Horace must feel on that account , obliges me to have done in reminding you that I am yours , etc. London , August 22 , 1737 . VIII . TO HORACE ...
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... Here then we walk by moonlight , and hear the ladies and the nightingales sing . Next morning , being Whitsunday , make ready to go to the Installation of nine Knights du Saint Esprit , Cambis 1 is one : high mass celebrated 26 LETTERS .
... Here then we walk by moonlight , and hear the ladies and the nightingales sing . Next morning , being Whitsunday , make ready to go to the Installation of nine Knights du Saint Esprit , Cambis 1 is one : high mass celebrated 26 LETTERS .
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... ladies ; trumpets , kettle - drums , and fifes . My dear West , I am vastly delighted with Trianon , all of us with Chantilly ; if you would know why , you must have patience , for I can hold my pen no longer , except to tell you that I ...
... ladies ; trumpets , kettle - drums , and fifes . My dear West , I am vastly delighted with Trianon , all of us with Chantilly ; if you would know why , you must have patience , for I can hold my pen no longer , except to tell you that I ...
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... lady of the house presents each of you a card , and offers you a party at quadrille ; you sit down , and play forty deals without intermission , excepting one quarter of an hour , when everybody rises to eat of what they call the gouter ...
... lady of the house presents each of you a card , and offers you a party at quadrille ; you sit down , and play forty deals without intermission , excepting one quarter of an hour , when everybody rises to eat of what they call the gouter ...
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... ladies bethought herself of asking , Why should not we sup here ? Immediately the cloth was laid by the side of a ... lady there proposed , that such as were weary should get into their coaches , and the rest of them should dance ...
... ladies bethought herself of asking , Why should not we sup here ? Immediately the cloth was laid by the side of a ... lady there proposed , that such as were weary should get into their coaches , and the rest of them should dance ...
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acquaintance Adieu admire Amst Antistrophe appear beautiful believe best compliments Brown called Cambridge Caractacus church College Comédie Française Conyers Middleton DEAR DOCTOR-I DEAR MASON-I dear Sir desire Dodsley Duke edition Elidurus eyes famous Florence fortnight give glad gout Gray's head hear heard hither honour hope HORACE WALPOLE imagine JAMES BROWN journey King Lady letter lines live London Lord master mention miles mountains Naples never night obliged opinion pass Pembroke Pembroke College perhaps Peterhouse Pindar pleasure Poems Pray printed published RICHARD WEST Rome seen shew sincerely Sir John Mordaunt soon sorry sort spirit stanza Stoke Stonhewer suppose sure Syphax Tacitus talk tell thing THOMAS WHARTON thought told town Tuthill verse Walpole's week WILLIAM MASON wish wonder word write wrote
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Page 269 - Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof; The thread is spun;) Half of thy heart we consecrate. (The web is wove; The work is done.) — Stay, oh stay!