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... dear Sir , I am ever yours , T. GRAY . P.S. My compliments to Mrs. Chute , ( who once did me the honor to write to me , ) and say I give her joy very sincerely of your return . London , Oct. To T. G. of Peterhouse , Cambridge . To John ...
... dear Sir , I am ever yours , T. GRAY . P.S. My compliments to Mrs. Chute , ( who once did me the honor to write to me , ) and say I give her joy very sincerely of your return . London , Oct. To T. G. of Peterhouse , Cambridge . To John ...
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Thomas Gray. XII . MR . GRAY TO MR . CHUTE . MY DEAR SIR , You have not then forgot me , and I shall see you oon again . It suffices , and there needed no other I loved you too well not to forgive you , without a reason : but I could not ...
Thomas Gray. XII . MR . GRAY TO MR . CHUTE . MY DEAR SIR , You have not then forgot me , and I shall see you oon again . It suffices , and there needed no other I loved you too well not to forgive you , without a reason : but I could not ...
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... dear Sir , I am very cerely yours , T. G. I was thirty years old yesterday . What is o'clock you ? Dec. 27 , [ 1746. ] XV . MR . GRAY TO MR . WALPOLE . January , 1747 . is doubtless an encouragement to continue wri- g to you , when you ...
... dear Sir , I am very cerely yours , T. G. I was thirty years old yesterday . What is o'clock you ? Dec. 27 , [ 1746. ] XV . MR . GRAY TO MR . WALPOLE . January , 1747 . is doubtless an encouragement to continue wri- g to you , when you ...
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... dear Sir ! XVI . T. GRAY . MR . GRAY TO MR . WALPOLE . Cambridge , 1747 . I HAD been absent from this place a few days , and at my return found Cibber's book * upon my table : I return you my thanks for it , and have already run over a ...
... dear Sir ! XVI . T. GRAY . MR . GRAY TO MR . WALPOLE . Cambridge , 1747 . I HAD been absent from this place a few days , and at my return found Cibber's book * upon my table : I return you my thanks for it , and have already run over a ...
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... dear Sir , I am ever yours , Cambr . March [ 1747 ] , Tuesday Night . Y PER bare t TOUT the d are all me , ( not y to a y how De way . It w When To little m you hear couty . T. G. 20 and st here . A Trollope is in town , still at his ...
... dear Sir , I am ever yours , Cambr . March [ 1747 ] , Tuesday Night . Y PER bare t TOUT the d are all me , ( not y to a y how De way . It w When To little m you hear couty . T. G. 20 and st here . A Trollope is in town , still at his ...
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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!
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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.