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... is the picture of you ! Alon . Of you rather , my love . Cora . Nay , now Alonzo , indulge me with the pleasure of tracing my dear husband's likeness in his lovely boy ! Alon . But is not his hair the colour of 32 THE MONTHLY VISITOR .
... is the picture of you ! Alon . Of you rather , my love . Cora . Nay , now Alonzo , indulge me with the pleasure of tracing my dear husband's likeness in his lovely boy ! Alon . But is not his hair the colour of 32 THE MONTHLY VISITOR .
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... dear Cora ask that question ? Cora . Then why your frequent startings in sleep your evident disquietude - your involuntary sighs ? - Alon . Am I not forced to take up arms against my brethren ? Should the Spaniards be victorious , what ...
... dear Cora ask that question ? Cora . Then why your frequent startings in sleep your evident disquietude - your involuntary sighs ? - Alon . Am I not forced to take up arms against my brethren ? Should the Spaniards be victorious , what ...
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... Dear Mamma , I am so glad that you have lost that nasty suit that used to plague you so ! " History - painting is certainly the first , but not the most profitable line in the art . - A portrait- painter says , " Painters of history ...
... Dear Mamma , I am so glad that you have lost that nasty suit that used to plague you so ! " History - painting is certainly the first , but not the most profitable line in the art . - A portrait- painter says , " Painters of history ...
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... Dear thought ! oh , how it lulls my tortur'd mind I In but a gleam of hope , what sweets we find ! And are there yet beneath the starry rounds , Those who can feel for disappointment's wounds , Those who can relish pity's blest employ ...
... Dear thought ! oh , how it lulls my tortur'd mind I In but a gleam of hope , what sweets we find ! And are there yet beneath the starry rounds , Those who can feel for disappointment's wounds , Those who can relish pity's blest employ ...
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... dear as freedom is , and in my heart's Just estimation priz'd above all price , I had much rather be myself the slave , And wear the bonds , than fasten them on him . We have no slaves at home - then why abroad ? And they themselves ...
... dear as freedom is , and in my heart's Just estimation priz'd above all price , I had much rather be myself the slave , And wear the bonds , than fasten them on him . We have no slaves at home - then why abroad ? And they themselves ...
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Abenamar admiration Alexander Selkirk animals appears attention beauty breast called celebrated character charms Count of Burgundy cried Damberger daughter David Garrick dear death Earl eyes fame father favour Garrick genius give hand happy head heart heaven honour hope horses human Jemima Wilkinson kind king lady late live Liverpool London Lord LORD ROKEBY mankind manner master ment merchant mind Miss Monthly Visitor nature ne'er never night o'er occasion once Parnassian passion Patten performed persons pleasing pleasure poem poet poor present Prince Potemkin quadruped racter readers received respect Robert ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ROBERT BURNS Robinson Sallo says scene shew sleep soon soul sweet talents tears theatre thee thing Thomas Rodd thou tion Travels turn united kingdom virtue whilst Whitstable WILLIAM COWPER wish young youth
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Seite 110 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Seite 250 - Philosophy, baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love, Has eyes indeed ; and, viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Seite 249 - Been hurt by th' archers. In his side he bore, And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live. Since then, with few associates, in remote And silent woods I wander, far from those My former partners of the peopled scene; With few associates, and not wishing more. Here much I ruminate, as much I may, With other views of men and manners now Than once, and others of a life to come...
Seite 280 - I never hear the loud solitary whistle of the curlew in a summer noon, or the wild mixing cadence of a troop of gray plover in an autumnal morning, without feeling an elevation of soul like the enthusiasm of devotion or poetry.
Seite 331 - Atlantic wave ? Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed And jewelled turban with a smile of peace, Or do we grind her still ? The grand debate, The popular harangue, the tart reply, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit...
Seite 210 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Seite 331 - And having dropped the expected bag — pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful: messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Seite 210 - Robert and his younger brother Gilbert had been grounded a little in English, before they were put under my care. They both made a rapid progress in reading, and a tolerable progress in writing. In reading, dividing words into syllables by rule, spelling without book, parsing sentences...
Seite 344 - He spoke of his death without any of the ostentation of philosophy, but with firmness as well as feeling, as an event likely to happen very soon ; and which gave him concern chiefly from leaving his four children so young and unprotected, and his wife in so interesting a situation — in hourly expectation of lying in of a fifth.
Seite 111 - I venerate the man, whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.