The Works of Thomas Gray: LettersMacmillan, 1884 - 4 pages |
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... wish somebody had a regard for them , so I need not wonder at my own , in being pleased that you care about me . You need not doubt , therefore , of having a first row in the front box of my little heart , and I believe you are not in ...
... wish somebody had a regard for them , so I need not wonder at my own , in being pleased that you care about me . You need not doubt , therefore , of having a first row in the front box of my little heart , and I believe you are not in ...
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... wish for the continuance of anything that could be the occasion of so much pleasure to me . Low spirits are my true and faithful companions ; 2 they get up with me , go to bed with me , make journeys and returns as I do ; nay , and pay ...
... wish for the continuance of anything that could be the occasion of so much pleasure to me . Low spirits are my true and faithful companions ; 2 they get up with me , go to bed with me , make journeys and returns as I do ; nay , and pay ...
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... wish the worst of my enemies a worse situation . If you knew the dust , the old boxes , the bedsteads , and tutors that are about my ears , you would look upon this letter as a great effort of my resolution and unconcernedness in the ...
... wish the worst of my enemies a worse situation . If you knew the dust , the old boxes , the bedsteads , and tutors that are about my ears , you would look upon this letter as a great effort of my resolution and unconcernedness in the ...
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... wish us joy of being in the dominions of his Holiness . This is a populous city , and of great extent . All the streets have porticoes on both sides , such as surround a part of Covent Garden , a great relief in summer - time in such a ...
... wish us joy of being in the dominions of his Holiness . This is a populous city , and of great extent . All the streets have porticoes on both sides , such as surround a part of Covent Garden , a great relief in summer - time in such a ...
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... wish it ; no unwhole- some airs , or violent heats , yet heard of : the people call it a backward year , and are in pain about their corn , wine , and oil ; but we , who are neither corn , wine , nor oil , find it very agreeable . Our ...
... wish it ; no unwhole- some airs , or violent heats , yet heard of : the people call it a backward year , and are in pain about their corn , wine , and oil ; but we , who are neither corn , wine , nor oil , find it very agreeable . Our ...
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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 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!