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choose out a place for writing it , where the conveniences for that operation are
wanting , and where even the common • implements either exist not at all , or
exist by premeditation . Who is there that says , or would be endured to say , " I
will 6 ...
choose out a place for writing it , where the conveniences for that operation are
wanting , and where even the common • implements either exist not at all , or
exist by premeditation . Who is there that says , or would be endured to say , " I
will 6 ...
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rise to it , he gives the following account ; at once tending to shew it to be
somewhat singular , and proving the folly of him who , in this aged state of literary
communication , shall say to himself , " Go to ; I shall sit down , and write me
something ...
rise to it , he gives the following account ; at once tending to shew it to be
somewhat singular , and proving the folly of him who , in this aged state of literary
communication , shall say to himself , " Go to ; I shall sit down , and write me
something ...
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So says Gray . But what says Parnel , ' in a case pretty similar. guages ,
proceeding , in different degrees , and some of them whimsically enough , upon
that idea . The subjoined Trifle is formed , in part , upon it ; though all the
resources ...
So says Gray . But what says Parnel , ' in a case pretty similar. guages ,
proceeding , in different degrees , and some of them whimsically enough , upon
that idea . The subjoined Trifle is formed , in part , upon it ; though all the
resources ...
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and once in the same novel * , and again in the Introduction to the Monastery t ,
that poem is drily , not to say un ... appears to be ( as M . Brisac says in Fletcher '
s Elder Brother ) , " A general collection Of all the quiddits from Adam to this time .
and once in the same novel * , and again in the Introduction to the Monastery t ,
that poem is drily , not to say un ... appears to be ( as M . Brisac says in Fletcher '
s Elder Brother ) , " A general collection Of all the quiddits from Adam to this time .
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I ' ve fought , Lord - Lion , many a day , , In single fight , and mix ' d affray , And
ever , I myself may say , Have borne me as ... which was leading Francis
Osbaldistone prisoner fell into the Highland ambuscade : 6 I clambered , ' says
the narrator ...
I ' ve fought , Lord - Lion , many a day , , In single fight , and mix ' d affray , And
ever , I myself may say , Have borne me as ... which was leading Francis
Osbaldistone prisoner fell into the Highland ambuscade : 6 I clambered , ' says
the narrator ...
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Página 54 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 3 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 9 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 4 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Página 8 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 1 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD / THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 104 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 2 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed...
Página 7 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 5 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...