The Works of Thomas Gray ...: Letters. Criticisms on architecture and paintingW. Pickering, 1835 |
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... Aston Hervey's Fable ; and an Ode ( the last of all ) by Mr. Mason , a new acquaint- ance of mine , whose Museus too seems to carry with it a promise at least of something good to come . I was glad to see you distinguished who poor West ...
... Aston Hervey's Fable ; and an Ode ( the last of all ) by Mr. Mason , a new acquaint- ance of mine , whose Museus too seems to carry with it a promise at least of something good to come . I was glad to see you distinguished who poor West ...
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... , 1808 , aged 88. Whitaker , MS . Note , + He had a high opinion of this first drama of Mr. Home . In a letter to another friend , dated August 16 , this year , he hence to Aston . Have you never seen it ? 160 GRAY'S LETTERS .
... , 1808 , aged 88. Whitaker , MS . Note , + He had a high opinion of this first drama of Mr. Home . In a letter to another friend , dated August 16 , this year , he hence to Aston . Have you never seen it ? 160 GRAY'S LETTERS .
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Thomas Gray John Mitford. hence to Aston . Have you never seen it ? Aris- totle's best rules are observed in it , in a manner that shews the Author had never read Aristotle . It begins in the fifth act of the play : you may read it two ...
Thomas Gray John Mitford. hence to Aston . Have you never seen it ? Aris- totle's best rules are observed in it , in a manner that shews the Author had never read Aristotle . It begins in the fifth act of the play : you may read it two ...
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... Aston ( for his Curate is gone to be Tutor to somebody ) with an inflamma- tion in his eyes , and he could scarce see to write me a few lines . Adieu , dear Sir , I am ever yours , T. G. June 18 , 1758 . LXXXII . MR . GRAY TO DR ...
... Aston ( for his Curate is gone to be Tutor to somebody ) with an inflamma- tion in his eyes , and he could scarce see to write me a few lines . Adieu , dear Sir , I am ever yours , T. G. June 18 , 1758 . LXXXII . MR . GRAY TO DR ...
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... Aston . I think you must have passed him in the gateway . He got up very early this morning to plant those roses opposite , and otherwise deco- rate my grounds ; he boasts that he knows exactly where every rose ought to be planted ...
... Aston . I think you must have passed him in the gateway . He got up very early this morning to plant those roses opposite , and otherwise deco- rate my grounds ; he boasts that he knows exactly where every rose ought to be planted ...
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Page 139 - 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 - 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 139 - 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 havock urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 138 - 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...
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Page 140 - 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.
Page 246 - 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 ^Eolian harp ? I do assure you there is nothing in the world so like the voice of a spirit.
Page 141 - Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: With joy I see The different doom our Fates assign : Be thine Despair and scept'red Care ; To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 189 - 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 255 - Dr. * * (one of its nuisances) is not expected here again in a hurry. He is gone to his grave with five fine mackerel (large and full of roe) in his belly. He eat them all at one dinner; but his fate was a turbot on Trinity Sunday, of which he left little for the company besides bones. He had not been...