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... Miss Hornecks , the younger of whom , christened by the poet with the pretty pet - name of ' The Jessamy Bride , ' is sup- posed to have inspired him with more than friendly feelings . Upon his return he had to fall again to the old ...
... Miss Hornecks , the younger of whom , christened by the poet with the pretty pet - name of ' The Jessamy Bride , ' is sup- posed to have inspired him with more than friendly feelings . Upon his return he had to fall again to the old ...
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... Miss frown'd , and blush'd , and then was - married . Need we expose to vulgar sight The raptures of the bridal night ? Need we intrude on hallow'd ground , Or draw the curtains clos'd around ? 25 30 35 40 45 50 Let it suffice , THE ...
... Miss frown'd , and blush'd , and then was - married . Need we expose to vulgar sight The raptures of the bridal night ? Need we intrude on hallow'd ground , Or draw the curtains clos'd around ? 25 30 35 40 45 50 Let it suffice , THE ...
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... Miss , not yet full fifteen , with fire uncommon , Flings down her sampler , and takes up the woman : The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got power to cure . 25 Thus ' tis with all - their ...
... Miss , not yet full fifteen , with fire uncommon , Flings down her sampler , and takes up the woman : The little urchin smiles , and spreads her lure , And tries to kill , ere she's got power to cure . 25 Thus ' tis with all - their ...
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... MISS CATLEY , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the audience . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , Ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? The Epilogue . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . Yes , the ...
... MISS CATLEY , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the audience . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , Ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? The Epilogue . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . Yes , the ...
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... MISS CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . The House ! -Agreed . MISS CATLEY . Agreed . MRS . BULKLEY . And she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . And first , I hope you'll readily agree I've all the critics ...
... MISS CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . The House ! -Agreed . MISS CATLEY . Agreed . MRS . BULKLEY . And she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . And first , I hope you'll readily agree I've all the critics ...
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Page 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 52 - But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend ; Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way ; ; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be pass'd.
Page 51 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 55 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 52 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 52 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 54 - The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Page 102 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 98 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Page 50 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.