The Works of Thomas Gray: LettersMacmillan, 1884 - 4 pages |
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... mile , through a green lane , a forest ( the vulgar call it a common ) all my own , at least as good as so , for I spy no human thing in it but myself . It is a little chaos of mountains and precipices ; mountains , it is true , that do ...
... mile , through a green lane , a forest ( the vulgar call it a common ) all my own , at least as good as so , for I spy no human thing in it but myself . It is a little chaos of mountains and precipices ; mountains , it is true , that do ...
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... miles a - day , but Mr. Walpole , being in no hurry , chooses to make easy journeys of it , and they are easy ones indeed ; for the motion is much like that of a sedan , we go about six miles an hour , and com- monly change horses at ...
... miles a - day , but Mr. Walpole , being in no hurry , chooses to make easy journeys of it , and they are easy ones indeed ; for the motion is much like that of a sedan , we go about six miles an hour , and com- monly change horses at ...
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... miles ; but by the way we dined at Montreuil , much to our hearts ' con- tent , on stinking mutton cutlets , addled eggs , and ditch water . Madame the hostess made her appear- ance in long . lappets of bone lace and a sack of linsey ...
... miles ; but by the way we dined at Montreuil , much to our hearts ' con- tent , on stinking mutton cutlets , addled eggs , and ditch water . Madame the hostess made her appear- ance in long . lappets of bone lace and a sack of linsey ...
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... we arrive at the great avenue , flanked on either hand with a double row of trees about half a mile long , and with the palace itself to terminate the view ; facing which , on each side of you 24 LETTERS . To Richard West.
... we arrive at the great avenue , flanked on either hand with a double row of trees about half a mile long , and with the palace itself to terminate the view ; facing which , on each side of you 24 LETTERS . To Richard West.
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... mile out of the town is a famous Abbey of Carthusians , which we are just returned from seeing . In their chapel are the tombs of the ancient Dukes of Burgundy , that were so powerful , till at the death of Charles the Bold , the last ...
... mile out of the town is a famous Abbey of Carthusians , which we are just returned from seeing . In their chapel are the tombs of the ancient Dukes of Burgundy , that were so powerful , till at the death of Charles the Bold , the last ...
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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!