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... Peter - house • 17. To Mr. WEST . On his own leaving the University 18. From Mr. WEST . Sends him a Latin Elegy in answer to Mr. Gray's Sap- phic Ode • Short narrative , concluding the Section SECT . II . Connecting narrative . Mr. Gray ...
... Peter - house • 17. To Mr. WEST . On his own leaving the University 18. From Mr. WEST . Sends him a Latin Elegy in answer to Mr. Gray's Sap- phic Ode • Short narrative , concluding the Section SECT . II . Connecting narrative . Mr. Gray ...
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... Peter - House to Pembroke - Hall . His notion of a London hospital . Of Sully's Memoirs . Mason's four odes 196 23. To Dr. WHARTON . Of his own indolence . Memoirs of M. de la Porte and of Madame Staal . Intention of coming to town ...
... Peter - House to Pembroke - Hall . His notion of a London hospital . Of Sully's Memoirs . Mason's four odes 196 23. To Dr. WHARTON . Of his own indolence . Memoirs of M. de la Porte and of Madame Staal . Intention of coming to town ...
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... Peterhouse to town the latter end of that year ; intending also to apply himself to the study of the law in the same so- ciety , for which purpose his father had already either hired or bought him a set of chambers : but on an invi ...
... Peterhouse to town the latter end of that year ; intending also to apply himself to the study of the law in the same so- ciety , for which purpose his father had already either hired or bought him a set of chambers : but on an invi ...
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... Peterhouse , Dec. 1736 . This thought is very juvenile , but perhaps he meant to ridicule the affected manner of Mrs. Rowe's Letters of the Dead to the Living ; a book which was , I believe , published about this time . * V. MR . WEST ...
... Peterhouse , Dec. 1736 . This thought is very juvenile , but perhaps he meant to ridicule the affected manner of Mrs. Rowe's Letters of the Dead to the Living ; a book which was , I believe , published about this time . * V. MR . WEST ...
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... Peterhouse , Dec. 23 , 1736 . VII . MR . WEST TO MR . GRAY . I HAVE been very ill , and am still hardly recovered . Do you remember Elegy 5th , Book the 3d , of Tibullus , Vos tenet , & c . and do you remember a letter of Mr. Pope's ...
... Peterhouse , Dec. 23 , 1736 . VII . MR . WEST TO MR . GRAY . I HAVE been very ill , and am still hardly recovered . Do you remember Elegy 5th , Book the 3d , of Tibullus , Vos tenet , & c . and do you remember a letter of Mr. Pope's ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...