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... she laughed again , I fuppofe ? Gabr . She did confumedly . But to conclude , fhe told me , though the preferred the country , I might vifit London ; and that her coufin , the rich baronet , would introduce me to all the first circles ...
... she laughed again , I fuppofe ? Gabr . She did confumedly . But to conclude , fhe told me , though the preferred the country , I might vifit London ; and that her coufin , the rich baronet , would introduce me to all the first circles ...
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... she treated me with fcorn : however , I perfifted ; and , aided by my aunt's entreaties , hoped for fuccefs ; when fuddenly the left the house , and fled I know not whither . Sir H. What , and you purfued her ? Clif . Yes ; but hitherto ...
... she treated me with fcorn : however , I perfifted ; and , aided by my aunt's entreaties , hoped for fuccefs ; when fuddenly the left the house , and fled I know not whither . Sir H. What , and you purfued her ? Clif . Yes ; but hitherto ...
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... She told him , he was a poor author ; wrote for his bread ; and if he arrested him for the rent he owed , in his prefent infirm ftate , he must perish . At this , my heart , which had hitherto been a fleeping partner , began bounding ...
... She told him , he was a poor author ; wrote for his bread ; and if he arrested him for the rent he owed , in his prefent infirm ftate , he must perish . At this , my heart , which had hitherto been a fleeping partner , began bounding ...
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... she'd introduce me to fashionable life , and promised to make a buck of me . Sir H. Well , and she will make a buck of you . But don't take it fo to heart - don't cry fo , there's a little a little dear - I dare say you won't be LIFE . 29.
... she'd introduce me to fashionable life , and promised to make a buck of me . Sir H. Well , and she will make a buck of you . But don't take it fo to heart - don't cry fo , there's a little a little dear - I dare say you won't be LIFE . 29.
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... she's to be corrupted and taken from me ! Come let us lofe no time in haftening to her- Clif . No , but I hope you will not truft her ftory - we've been too long acquainted , I pre- fume- March . We have , and you've no motive for ...
... she's to be corrupted and taken from me ! Come let us lofe no time in haftening to her- Clif . No , but I hope you will not truft her ftory - we've been too long acquainted , I pre- fume- March . We have , and you've no motive for ...
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Page 33 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Page 34 - Why doft thou awake me, O gale? It .feems to fay, I am covered with the drops of heaven. The time of my fading is near, and the blaft that fhall fcatter my leaves. To-morrow fhall the traveller come ; he that faw me in my beauty fhall come; his eyes will fearch the field but they will not find me.
Page 12 - Poem, translated (in blank verse) from the Latin of Titus Lucretius Carus, accompanied with the original Text, and illustrated with Notes philological and explanatory, by John Mason Good.
Page 10 - I asked him for it again, he downrighl. refused me; and so I told him to give me another — and he did, very civilly ; he gave me his own ; and they beat in such unison, that I don't think either of us will be sorry for the change as long as we exist. Mrs Aub. Heavens ! who is it ? Not Sir Edward Specious ? O/ir.
Page 39 - Love, which drew these sorrows on me, Love alone can yield relief; The pitying power that has undone me, Pours the balm that heals my grief. What though memory so severely Tells me that my joys are gone ; Let but him I love so dearly Smile, and all my cares are flown. Mrs Bel.
Page 11 - When a little farm we keep, And have little girls and boys, With little pigs and sheep, To make a little noise, Oh, what happy, merry days we'll see.