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... wind more impetuous than ction , and yet the Senate - house still stands , I thank God ) we are all safe and well at your ce . I was ready to sink for him , and scarce to look about me , when I was sure it was er ; but soon found I ...
... wind more impetuous than ction , and yet the Senate - house still stands , I thank God ) we are all safe and well at your ce . I was ready to sink for him , and scarce to look about me , when I was sure it was er ; but soon found I ...
Page 115
... winds in the S. and S.W .; to- day it is in the North , clear sunshine , but cold , and a little wintry and so ends my Georgick in prose . Excuse me if I had nothing better to send you ; it is partly from my own eye - sight , and partly ...
... winds in the S. and S.W .; to- day it is in the North , clear sunshine , but cold , and a little wintry and so ends my Georgick in prose . Excuse me if I had nothing better to send you ; it is partly from my own eye - sight , and partly ...
Page 123
... winds , and at the distance of five or six miles , a circle of hills well wooded , and with various objects crowning them , that close the prospect . Out of the town on one side of it , rises a rock that might remind one of your rocks ...
... winds , and at the distance of five or six miles , a circle of hills well wooded , and with various objects crowning them , that close the prospect . Out of the town on one side of it , rises a rock that might remind one of your rocks ...
Page 217
... wind is a N. E. by N. The gay Lady Essex is dead of a fever during her lying in ; and Mrs. Charles York last week , with one of her children , of the sore throat . Heberden , and ( I think ) Taylor , at- tended her ; the latter had ...
... wind is a N. E. by N. The gay Lady Essex is dead of a fever during her lying in ; and Mrs. Charles York last week , with one of her children , of the sore throat . Heberden , and ( I think ) Taylor , at- tended her ; the latter had ...
Page 224
... Wind N.N.E. same hour Grass burnt up . ditto .. 24 . 25 • ditto . July 5 Wind N.N.W. brisk at noon Thermom . 71. 224 GRAY'S LETTERS .
... Wind N.N.E. same hour Grass burnt up . ditto .. 24 . 25 • ditto . July 5 Wind N.N.W. brisk at noon Thermom . 71. 224 GRAY'S LETTERS .
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Page 142 - 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!
Page 141 - 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.
Page 140 - 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 143 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Page 143 - 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, Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day?
Page 27 - And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
Page 248 - Did you never observe (while rocking winds are piping loud) that pause, as the gust is recollecting itself, and rising upon the ear in a shrill and plaintive note, like the swell of an JEolian harp? I do assure you there is nothing in the world so like the voice of a spirit.
Page 142 - What strings symphonious tremble in the air. What strains of vocal transport round her play ? Hear from the grave, great Taliessin, hear : They breathe a soul to animate thy clay. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring as she sings, Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-colour'd wings. " The verse adorn again Fierce War and faithful Love And Truth severe by fairy Fiction drest.
Page 191 - Nevertheless I interest myself a little in the history of it, and rather wish somebody may accept it that will retrieve the credit of the thing, if it be retrievable, or ever had any credit.
Page 141 - 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.