The Works of Thomas Gray: LettersMacmillan, 1884 - 4 pages |
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... head , 1 as you have a little pique to him . I will not plague you too much , and so break the affair in the middle , and give you leave to resume your Aristotle instead of your friend and servant , T. GRAY . II . TO RICHARD WEST . my ...
... head , 1 as you have a little pique to him . I will not plague you too much , and so break the affair in the middle , and give you leave to resume your Aristotle instead of your friend and servant , T. GRAY . II . TO RICHARD WEST . my ...
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... heads of 1st , you ; 2dly , I ; the first is , indeed , a subject to expatiate upon , but you might laugh at me for talking about what I do not understand ; the second is so tiny , so tiresome , that you shall hear no more of it , than ...
... heads of 1st , you ; 2dly , I ; the first is , indeed , a subject to expatiate upon , but you might laugh at me for talking about what I do not understand ; the second is so tiny , so tiresome , that you shall hear no more of it , than ...
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... head , you will believe me mad , mais n'importe , courage , allons ! for if I wait till my head grow clear and settle a little , you may stay long enough for a letter . Six days have we been coming hither , which other people do in two ...
... head , you will believe me mad , mais n'importe , courage , allons ! for if I wait till my head grow clear and settle a little , you may stay long enough for a letter . Six days have we been coming hither , which other people do in two ...
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... head of the horses , seized the dog by the throat , and rushed up the hill again with him in his mouth . This was done in less than a quarter of a minute ; we all saw it , and yet the servants had not time to draw their pistols , or do ...
... head of the horses , seized the dog by the throat , and rushed up the hill again with him in his mouth . This was done in less than a quarter of a minute ; we all saw it , and yet the servants had not time to draw their pistols , or do ...
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... heads , gardens , and marble terraces full of orange and cypress trees , fountains , and trellis - works covered with ... head , another upon the child's , and a constellation of wax lights burning before them shortly after came the Doge ...
... heads , gardens , and marble terraces full of orange and cypress trees , fountains , and trellis - works covered with ... head , another upon the child's , and a constellation of wax lights burning before them shortly after came the Doge ...
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Page 268 - Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, thro...
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Page 108 - I have this to say : the language of the age is never the language of poetry ; except among the French, whose verse, where the thought or image does not support it, differs in nothing from prose. Our poetry, on the contrary, has a language peculiar to itself ; to which almost every one, that has written, has added something by enriching it with foreign idioms and derivatives : nay sometimes words of their own composition or invention. Shakespeare and Milton have been great creators this way ; and...
Page 346 - The office itself has always humbled the professor hitherto (even in an age when kings were somebody), if he were a poor writer by making him more conspicuous, and if he were a good one by setting him at war with the little fry of his own profession, for there are poets little enough to envy even a poet-laureat.
Page 268 - Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye afford A tear to grace his obsequies ! Is the sable warrior fled ? — Thy son is gone ; he rests among the dead.
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...
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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!