The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 pàgines |
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Pàgina 53
... Rhône and Saône ( Arar , I should say ) , two people , who , though of tempers extremely unlike , think fit to join hands here , and make a little party to travel to the Mediterranean in company ; the lady comes gliding along through ...
... Rhône and Saône ( Arar , I should say ) , two people , who , though of tempers extremely unlike , think fit to join hands here , and make a little party to travel to the Mediterranean in company ; the lady comes gliding along through ...
Pàgina 55
... Rhône , and to be climbing up mount Fourviere ; Jam mens prætrepidans avet vagari : Jam læti studio pedes vigescunt . However , so long as I am not deprived of your corre- spondence , so long shall I always find some pleasure in being ...
... Rhône , and to be climbing up mount Fourviere ; Jam mens prætrepidans avet vagari : Jam læti studio pedes vigescunt . However , so long as I am not deprived of your corre- spondence , so long shall I always find some pleasure in being ...
Pàgina 58
... Rhône runs through the middle of it , and it is surrounded with new fortifications , that give it a military compact air ; which , joined to the happy , lively countenances of the inhabitants , and an exact discipline always as strictly ...
... Rhône runs through the middle of it , and it is surrounded with new fortifications , that give it a military compact air ; which , joined to the happy , lively countenances of the inhabitants , and an exact discipline always as strictly ...
Pàgina 59
... Rhône at Seyssel , and passed for three days among the mountains of Bugey , without meeting with any thing new : at last we came out into the plains of La Bresse , and so to Lyons again . Sir Robert has written to Mr. Walpole , to ...
... Rhône at Seyssel , and passed for three days among the mountains of Bugey , without meeting with any thing new : at last we came out into the plains of La Bresse , and so to Lyons again . Sir Robert has written to Mr. Walpole , to ...
Pàgina 247
... Rhone , down the river . I would certainly make a little journey to the Grande Chartreuse , up the mountains : at your return out of Italy this will have little effect . At Turin you will visit the capuchin's convent just without the ...
... Rhone , down the river . I would certainly make a little journey to the Grande Chartreuse , up the mountains : at your return out of Italy this will have little effect . At Turin you will visit the capuchin's convent just without the ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Abbéville admirable agreeable Agrippina ancient Anicetus atque beautiful believe Bologna called Cambridge charming church death Duke Dunciad Elegy esteem eyes fear Florence French Genoa give Grande Chartreuse GRAY TO DR Gray's hæc hand hear heart honour hope hunting seat imagine imitation insert Italy journey King lady letter lines live Lord Lord Bolingbroke manner Massinissa mean melancholy miles mind morning mother mountains Naples nature never night numina o'er occasion Otho palace passed perhaps Peterhouse Pindar pleasure poem poet poetry Pope Posidippus present Propertius quæ quod Radicofani reader rest Rhône river road Rome round scene seems seen Senesino shew side sort spirit stanzas Syphax Tacitus taste tell Teverone thing thought Tibullus town Turin verse Walpole WEST WHARTON wish write written
Passatges populars
Pàgina 371 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Pàgina 377 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Pàgina 398 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, .And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Pàgina 118 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Pàgina 380 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace...
Pàgina 399 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pàgina 373 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Pàgina 372 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Pàgina 375 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Pàgina 397 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...