Letters of Thomas GrayOxford University Press, 1925 - 395 pàgines |
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Adieu April April 15 Ashton beautiful believe Blundeston BONSTETTEN Cambridge Castle CHRISTOPHER SMART church compliments cover'd DEAR DOCTOR,-I desire Dodsley Duke eyes flowers fortnight French Genoa give gone gout Grande Chartreuse GRAY hand hear heard hill hither honour hope Horace Walpole house of York imagine Italy JAMES BEATTIE James Brown Keswick King Lady least Letter live London Lord Mason miles morning mountains never night Norton Nicholls obliged passed Pembroke College Pembroke Hall perhaps pleasure poor pray present received rejoice rest river road seen Sept shew side singing Skiddaw soon sorry spirits Stoke Stonhewer suppose sure tell thing THOMAS GRAY thought thro tion told town Walpole week West Wharton wish write
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Pàgina 95 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Pàgina 137 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pàgina 137 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare, Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast: Close by the regal chair Fell thirst and famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse ? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Pàgina 139 - 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...
Pàgina 138 - 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!
Pàgina 350 - Not a single red tile, no flaring gentleman's house, or garden walls, break in upon the repose of this little unsuspected paradise; but all is peace, rusticity, and happy poverty, in its neatest most becoming attire.
Pàgina 119 - As you have brought me into a little sort of distress, you must assist me, I believe, to get out of it as well as I can. Yesterday I had the misfortune of receiving a letter from certain gentlemen (as their bookseller expresses it,) who have taken the Magazine of Magazines into their hands : they tell me that an ingenious Poem, called Reflections in a Country Churchyard...
Pàgina x - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of...
Pàgina 13 - I have at the distance of half a 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.
Pàgina 43 - Grande Chartreuse, I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation, that there was no restraining : Not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry.