The Works of Thomas Gray, EsqJ. F. Dove, 1827 - 446 pàgines |
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Pàgina 63
... scenes that would awe an atheist into belief , without the help of other argument . One need not have a very fantastic imagination to see spirits there at noon - day : you have Death perpetually before your eyes , only so far removed ...
... scenes that would awe an atheist into belief , without the help of other argument . One need not have a very fantastic imagination to see spirits there at noon - day : you have Death perpetually before your eyes , only so far removed ...
Pàgina 68
... scene , in- deed , which must be the most lovely in the world during the proper season , is at present all deformed by the winter , which here is rigorous enough for the time it lasts ; but one still sees the skeleton of a charming ...
... scene , in- deed , which must be the most lovely in the world during the proper season , is at present all deformed by the winter , which here is rigorous enough for the time it lasts ; but one still sees the skeleton of a charming ...
Pàgina 73
... we were to pass there ; and the next morning we set forward on our journey through a country very oddly composed : for some miles you have a continual scene of little / mountains cultivated from top to bottom with rows of AND LETTERS . 73.
... we were to pass there ; and the next morning we set forward on our journey through a country very oddly composed : for some miles you have a continual scene of little / mountains cultivated from top to bottom with rows of AND LETTERS . 73.
Pàgina 79
... ; and the next morning we set forward on our journey through a country very oddly composed : for some miles you have a continual scene of little This accident mountains cultivated from top to bottom with rows AND LETTERS . 73.
... ; and the next morning we set forward on our journey through a country very oddly composed : for some miles you have a continual scene of little This accident mountains cultivated from top to bottom with rows AND LETTERS . 73.
Pàgina 85
... scenes you can conceive ; be- sides that , the roads are wide , well - kept , and full of passengers , a sight I have not beheld this long time . My wonder still increased upon entering the city , which I think , for number of people ...
... scenes you can conceive ; be- sides that , the roads are wide , well - kept , and full of passengers , a sight I have not beheld this long time . My wonder still increased upon entering the city , which I think , for number of people ...
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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...