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... lines in his vo- lume which belonged to him , and threatened to feek legal redrefs in cafe fatisfaction was not made for this offence . To this ftrange charge , the publisher could hardly give credit . The practice of taking moderate ...
... lines in his vo- lume which belonged to him , and threatened to feek legal redrefs in cafe fatisfaction was not made for this offence . To this ftrange charge , the publisher could hardly give credit . The practice of taking moderate ...
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... lines had been printed in- difcriminately by others , who pretended to no ex- clufive property in them , that they were not writ- ten by Mr. Mason , nor bequeathed to him particu- larly by the author . From every circumftance attending ...
... lines had been printed in- difcriminately by others , who pretended to no ex- clufive property in them , that they were not writ- ten by Mr. Mason , nor bequeathed to him particu- larly by the author . From every circumftance attending ...
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... lines ; and he wifhed no gentleman of refpectable character to impute a deliberate injury to him , which he was certainly very far from intending . Mr. Mafon remained filent to his overture ; and after repeating it to him as diftinctly ...
... lines ; and he wifhed no gentleman of refpectable character to impute a deliberate injury to him , which he was certainly very far from intending . Mr. Mafon remained filent to his overture ; and after repeating it to him as diftinctly ...
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... lines furely cannot be an object for a man to throw a hundred pounds , or more money , after ; it leads an impartial person to suspect , that Mr. Ma- fon has a further object in view ; and that , although * Mr. Mason sends an agent ...
... lines furely cannot be an object for a man to throw a hundred pounds , or more money , after ; it leads an impartial person to suspect , that Mr. Ma- fon has a further object in view ; and that , although * Mr. Mason sends an agent ...
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... Hark the FATAL SISTERS + join , And with horror's mutt'ring founds , Weave the tiffue of his line , While the dreadful fpell refounds . The PROGRESS OF POES Y. The FATAL SISTERS , an Ode , " Hail , " Hail , ye midnight fifters , hail , "
... Hark the FATAL SISTERS + join , And with horror's mutt'ring founds , Weave the tiffue of his line , While the dreadful fpell refounds . The PROGRESS OF POES Y. The FATAL SISTERS , an Ode , " Hail , " Hail , ye midnight fifters , hail , "
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Page 156 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 56 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 100 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 91 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate. Beneath the Good how far— but far above the Great.
Page 96 - To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance.. I. 2 On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 156 - 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.
Page 149 - 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.
Page 60 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!
Page 60 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.