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... look'd like a kite in the shadowy skies ) , — All these sights , quickly seen in succession , combined To dazzle , delight , and astonish my mind . We drove to Meurice's , and there should each thing go That , to use Papa's phrase ...
... look'd like a kite in the shadowy skies ) , — All these sights , quickly seen in succession , combined To dazzle , delight , and astonish my mind . We drove to Meurice's , and there should each thing go That , to use Papa's phrase ...
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... look , I confess ; Some wear an elaborate cap , but upon it Not an atom of hat or iota of bonnet ! Then they lace ... look , in black lining and borders , Less feminine , Jenny , than Mr. Recorder's . So I vow'd I would do my face ...
... look , I confess ; Some wear an elaborate cap , but upon it Not an atom of hat or iota of bonnet ! Then they lace ... look , in black lining and borders , Less feminine , Jenny , than Mr. Recorder's . So I vow'd I would do my face ...
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... look about me , and I perceived that the impetus of my noble charger had laid three French jades and their riders prostrate before me . One of the dragoons , a light active fellow , had just gained his legs , and with sacre in his mouth ...
... look about me , and I perceived that the impetus of my noble charger had laid three French jades and their riders prostrate before me . One of the dragoons , a light active fellow , had just gained his legs , and with sacre in his mouth ...
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... Look'd at a score of books , or near , Then hemmed , and said- ' Your case is clear . Those children so begot by B , Upon your bond - maid must , you see , Be your's or A's ; -now , this I say- They can't be your's if they to A Belong ...
... Look'd at a score of books , or near , Then hemmed , and said- ' Your case is clear . Those children so begot by B , Upon your bond - maid must , you see , Be your's or A's ; -now , this I say- They can't be your's if they to A Belong ...
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... look a little more closely into the nature of the pleasure we have derived from it , and to inquire whether it has not been chiefly made up of that kind of satisfaction which usually attends the consciousness of having well and duly ...
... look a little more closely into the nature of the pleasure we have derived from it , and to inquire whether it has not been chiefly made up of that kind of satisfaction which usually attends the consciousness of having well and duly ...
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Page 531 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 358 - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
Page 132 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
Page 33 - Vanbrugh , and is a good example of his heavy though imposing style (*Lie heavy on him, Earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee"), with a Corinthian portico in the centre and two projecting wings.
Page 442 - AGAIN to the battle, Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance ; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree — It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free : For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers
Page 158 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 79 - Let vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Page 474 - When the babes cling around their father's knee ; And thine the voice that on the midnight sea Melts the rude mariner with thoughts of home; Peopling the gloom with all he longs to see. Spirit! I've built a shrine ; and thou hast come, And on its altar closed — for ever closed thy plume ! TO A LOVER OF FLOWERS.
Page 117 - The days are now long enough to walk in the Park after dinner; and so I do whenever it is fair. This walking is a strange remedy; Mr. Prior walks to make himself fat, and I to bring myself down ; he has generally a cough, which he only calls a cold : we often walk round the Park together.
Page 207 - In this our spacious isle, I think there is not one, But he hath heard some talk of him and Little John ; And to the end of time, the tales shall ne'er be done, Of Scarlock, George-a-Green, and Much the miller's son, Of Tuck the merry friar, which many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.