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... shew what excelwhich he has at last suffered it to ap- lent things may be done under the pear . In all probability he had waited impulse of a happy moment - paslong in the hope of being able to finish sages in which the language - above ...
... shew what excelwhich he has at last suffered it to ap- lent things may be done under the pear . In all probability he had waited impulse of a happy moment - paslong in the hope of being able to finish sages in which the language - above ...
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... shew what excel- lent things may be done under the impulse of a happy moment - pas- sages in which the language -- above all things - has such aërial graces would have been utterly beyond the reach of any person who might have attempted ...
... shew what excel- lent things may be done under the impulse of a happy moment - pas- sages in which the language -- above all things - has such aërial graces would have been utterly beyond the reach of any person who might have attempted ...
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... shew your wits ; So did once Eliza too , Yet with pleasure now submits . You too , envious Swains , who would Follow Cupid , if you might ; Like the Fox that gaping stood , Discommend the grapes for spite . Since experience teacheth ...
... shew your wits ; So did once Eliza too , Yet with pleasure now submits . You too , envious Swains , who would Follow Cupid , if you might ; Like the Fox that gaping stood , Discommend the grapes for spite . Since experience teacheth ...
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... shew you what a Widow is . The Wi- dow Brick is a Gentlewoman whose Head ( i . e . her husband ) has been cut off , and yet she lives and walks . But do not be frighted ; for she is flesh and blood still , and perhaps some of the finest ...
... shew you what a Widow is . The Wi- dow Brick is a Gentlewoman whose Head ( i . e . her husband ) has been cut off , and yet she lives and walks . But do not be frighted ; for she is flesh and blood still , and perhaps some of the finest ...
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... shew that it was hard- ly possible to be less Royalist than Louis XVIII . was in those days of trial . We cannot suspect that he was pa- ralysed by the same vile and odious motives which excited the activity of Philip Egalité ; but ...
... shew that it was hard- ly possible to be less Royalist than Louis XVIII . was in those days of trial . We cannot suspect that he was pa- ralysed by the same vile and odious motives which excited the activity of Philip Egalité ; but ...
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Page 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Page 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Page 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Page 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Page 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Page 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.