Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario
No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
admired afterwards amongst appear beautiful became began beginning Bonstetten Brown called Cambridge century church close Cloth collection copy correspondence critics death died early edition Elegy England English Eton existence expression eyes fact feel Fellow give given Gray Gray's hand Horace Walpole interesting Italy John June kind Lady late later learned leave less letter light lines literature lived London looked Lord loved manner March Mason mind months nature never Nichols notes once passed Pembroke perhaps person pleasure poem poet poetry possessed present preserved printed probably published reach received remarkable returned says seems seen side spirit stanza stay Stoke style tell thing thought tion took University verse volume Walpole West Wharton whilst whole writing written wrote young
Página 80 - Through richest purple to the view Betray'da golden gleam. The hapless nymph with wonder saw : A whisker first, and then a claw, With many an ardent wish, She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize...
Página 59 - And in my breast the imperfect Joys expire ; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men ; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear ; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Página 57 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of man : And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Página 121 - Through the azure deep of air, Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrowed of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far — but far above the great.
Página 121 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace.
Página 115 - 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.
Página 151 - Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune : Could love and could hate, so was thought somewhat odd ; No very great wit ;— he believed in a God. A post or a pension he did not desire, But left Church and State to Charles Townshend and Squire.