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... Clif . You're fure there's no fuch person just arrived ? Wait . I'm fure there's no lady in the house of that defcription : but if fuch a one fhould arrive , you may depend on the earlieft intelligence from the best of waiters in the ...
... Clif . You're fure there's no fuch person just arrived ? Wait . I'm fure there's no lady in the house of that defcription : but if fuch a one fhould arrive , you may depend on the earlieft intelligence from the best of waiters in the ...
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... Clif . Indeed ! -Why , ' tis Sir Harry Torpid . Wait . It is , Sir ; and , between ourselves , I fancy he is a little tired of himself ; for he bribes the poftboys to drive like madmen till he gets to a place ; and , when there , behold ...
... Clif . Indeed ! -Why , ' tis Sir Harry Torpid . Wait . It is , Sir ; and , between ourselves , I fancy he is a little tired of himself ; for he bribes the poftboys to drive like madmen till he gets to a place ; and , when there , behold ...
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... Clif . The moft tormenting one in the world- love , Sir Harry . Sir H. Love ! Oh , how I envy you ! what would I give to be in love ! Clif . Don't , don't think of it ; it has made me miferable . Sir H. So much the better ; that's what ...
... Clif . The moft tormenting one in the world- love , Sir Harry . Sir H. Love ! Oh , how I envy you ! what would I give to be in love ! Clif . Don't , don't think of it ; it has made me miferable . Sir H. So much the better ; that's what ...
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... Clif . Yes ; but hitherto in vain : curfed chance ! I can gain no tidings of her . Sir H. All the better again : the purfuit , my boy , the purfuit is every thing ; and I only wish fomebody would run away from me . Clif . ' Sdeath ...
... Clif . Yes ; but hitherto in vain : curfed chance ! I can gain no tidings of her . Sir H. All the better again : the purfuit , my boy , the purfuit is every thing ; and I only wish fomebody would run away from me . Clif . ' Sdeath ...
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... Clif . Indeed ! -my hopes revive , and she shall anfwer for her haughty conduct . Come , fhew me the way . Sir H. What , will you leave me alone , Jack ? Clif . You ! why I thought you were going to Tunbridge . Sir H. Yes ; but I'd ...
... Clif . Indeed ! -my hopes revive , and she shall anfwer for her haughty conduct . Come , fhew me the way . Sir H. What , will you leave me alone , Jack ? Clif . You ! why I thought you were going to Tunbridge . Sir H. Yes ; but I'd ...
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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.
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