The Poetical Works of Thomas GrayLittle, Brown, 1853 - 223 من الصفحات |
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... Italian Sonnet of Signior Abbate Buon- delmonte Alcaic Ode Part of an Heroic Epistle from Sophonisba to Masinissa 200 De Principiis Cogitandi , Liber Primus Greek Epigram Liber Quartus 204 216 218 EXTRACTS . Petrarca , Part I. Sonetto ...
... Italian Sonnet of Signior Abbate Buon- delmonte Alcaic Ode Part of an Heroic Epistle from Sophonisba to Masinissa 200 De Principiis Cogitandi , Liber Primus Greek Epigram Liber Quartus 204 216 218 EXTRACTS . Petrarca , Part I. Sonetto ...
الصفحة v
... Italy , and deferred his intended study of the law . From letters to his friend West , and to his own family , we have an account of his pursuits while abroad . He seems to have been , as we might have expected , a very studious and ...
... Italy , and deferred his intended study of the law . From letters to his friend West , and to his own family , we have an account of his pursuits while abroad . He seems to have been , as we might have expected , a very studious and ...
الصفحة vi
... Italy were not intended for publication , and do not con- tain a regular account of the observations which he made : but are rather detached and entertain- ing descriptions , intended for the amusement of his friends at home . Every ...
... Italy were not intended for publication , and do not con- tain a regular account of the observations which he made : but are rather detached and entertain- ing descriptions , intended for the amusement of his friends at home . Every ...
الصفحة vii
... Italian tour , which , I believe , few of our travellers have ever completed : " I conclude , when the winter is over , and you have seen Rome and Naples , you will strike out of the beaten path of English travellers , and see a little ...
... Italian tour , which , I believe , few of our travellers have ever completed : " I conclude , when the winter is over , and you have seen Rome and Naples , you will strike out of the beaten path of English travellers , and see a little ...
الصفحة xv
... Italian studies the poetry of Petrarch . He wrote an Heroic Epistle in Latin , in imitation of the man- ner of Ovid ; and a Greek Epigram , which he communicated to West : to whom also in the sum- mer , when he retired to his family at ...
... Italian studies the poetry of Petrarch . He wrote an Heroic Epistle in Latin , in imitation of the man- ner of Ovid ; and a Greek Epigram , which he communicated to West : to whom also in the sum- mer , when he retired to his family at ...
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الصفحة 100 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth, to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
الصفحة 3 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
الصفحة 4 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
الصفحة 6 - 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 ! ODE IV.
الصفحة 99 - 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 Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 33 - You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
الصفحة 42 - But oh ! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's height Descending slow their glittering skirts unroll ? Visions of glory, spare my aching sight ! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! No more our long-lost Arthur we bewail.
الصفحة 114 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
الصفحة 31 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
الصفحة xcv - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...