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... THOMAS GRAY In Prose and Decor EDITED BY EDMUND GOSSE LECTURER ON ENGLISH LITERATUES UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE IN FOUR VOLS . VOL IL LETTERS .. London MACMILLAN AND CO . THE WORKS OF THOMAS GRAY En Prose and Verse EDITED. 1884.
... THOMAS GRAY In Prose and Decor EDITED BY EDMUND GOSSE LECTURER ON ENGLISH LITERATUES UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE IN FOUR VOLS . VOL IL LETTERS .. London MACMILLAN AND CO . THE WORKS OF THOMAS GRAY En Prose and Verse EDITED. 1884.
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Thomas Gray Edmund Gosse. THE WORKS OF THOMAS GRAY En Prose and Verse EDITED BY EDMUND GOSSE CLARK LECTURER ON ENGLISH LITERATURE AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE IN FOUR VOLS . - VOL . II . LETTERS . - I . London MACMILLAN AND CO . HARVARD ...
Thomas Gray Edmund Gosse. THE WORKS OF THOMAS GRAY En Prose and Verse EDITED BY EDMUND GOSSE CLARK LECTURER ON ENGLISH LITERATURE AT THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE IN FOUR VOLS . - VOL . II . LETTERS . - I . London MACMILLAN AND CO . HARVARD ...
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... verses which are called tripos ) on the theme of Luna est habitabilis . VII . TO RICHARD WEST . AFTER a month's expectation of you , and a fort- night's despair , at Cambridge , I am come to town , and to better hopes of seeing you . If ...
... verses which are called tripos ) on the theme of Luna est habitabilis . VII . TO RICHARD WEST . AFTER a month's expectation of you , and a fort- night's despair , at Cambridge , I am come to town , and to better hopes of seeing you . If ...
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... verses with me , not harts- horn , nor spirit of amber , nor all that furnishes the closet of an apothecary's widow , should persuade me to part with them . But , while I write to you , I hear the bad news of Lady Walpole's death on ...
... verses with me , not harts- horn , nor spirit of amber , nor all that furnishes the closet of an apothecary's widow , should persuade me to part with them . But , while I write to you , I hear the bad news of Lady Walpole's death on ...
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... verse with my Horace , aloud , too , that is , talk to you , but I do not remember that I ever heard you answer me . I beg pardon for taking all the conversation to myself , but it is entirely your own fault . We have old Mr. Southern1 ...
... verse with my Horace , aloud , too , that is , talk to you , but I do not remember that I ever heard you answer me . I beg pardon for taking all the conversation to myself , but it is entirely your own fault . We have old Mr. Southern1 ...
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Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
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...
Page 5 - 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.
Page 271 - A voice as of the cherub-choir Gales from blooming Eden bear, And distant warblings lessen on my ear That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud...
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...
Page 313 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
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!