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... morning to night in giggling and making giggle , instead of studying the law . Oh fie , cousin ! how could you do so ? " The subject of this sprightly remonstrance was the lady Hesketh , who so materially contributed to the com- fort of ...
... morning to night in giggling and making giggle , instead of studying the law . Oh fie , cousin ! how could you do so ? " The subject of this sprightly remonstrance was the lady Hesketh , who so materially contributed to the com- fort of ...
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... morning , he was per- fectly well . This , however , was but a part of the happiness which the memorable day we are now arrived at had in store for the interesting and amiable Cowper . Before he left the room in which he had breakfast ...
... morning , he was per- fectly well . This , however , was but a part of the happiness which the memorable day we are now arrived at had in store for the interesting and amiable Cowper . Before he left the room in which he had breakfast ...
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... morning of the day above mention- ed , he set out for Cambridge , on his way to Hunt- ingdon , the nearest place to his own residence , at which his brother had been able to secure him an asylum . He adverts with peculiar emphasis to ...
... morning of the day above mention- ed , he set out for Cambridge , on his way to Hunt- ingdon , the nearest place to his own residence , at which his brother had been able to secure him an asylum . He adverts with peculiar emphasis to ...
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... morning prayers , at which he appears to have been a constant attendant , he was accosted by a young gentleman of engaging manners , who ex- ceedingly desired to cultivate his acquaintance . This pleasing youth , known afterwards to the ...
... morning prayers , at which he appears to have been a constant attendant , he was accosted by a young gentleman of engaging manners , who ex- ceedingly desired to cultivate his acquaintance . This pleasing youth , known afterwards to the ...
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... morning , the July twelvemonth follow- ing , proved the signal of a further removal to Cow- per , who , by a series of providential incidents , was conducted with the family of his deceased friend to the town of Olney , in ...
... morning , the July twelvemonth follow- ing , proved the signal of a further removal to Cow- per , who , by a series of providential incidents , was conducted with the family of his deceased friend to the town of Olney , in ...
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Page 232 - semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.
Page 224 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Page 223 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more ; My Mary ! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will...
Page 193 - Thy popularity, and art become (Unless verse rescue thee awhile) a thing Forgotten, as the foliage of thy youth.
Page 231 - Nor, cruel as it seemed, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight in such a sea Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted and his friends so nigh. He long survives who lives an hour In ocean self-upheld: And so long he with unspent power His destiny repelled; And ever as the minutes flew Entreated help, or cried Adieu!
Page 64 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 211 - That ere through age or woe I shed my wings I may record thy worth with honour due, In verse as musical as thou art true, And that immortalizes whom it sings:— But thou hast little need. There is a Book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, On which the eyes of God not rarely look, A chronicle of actions just and bright — There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine ; And since thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine...
Page 63 - The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed, .
Page 194 - Thought cannot spend itself, comparing still The great and little of thy lot, thy growth From almost nullity into a state Of matchless grandeur, and declension thence, Slow, into such magnificent decay. Time was, when, settling on thy leaf, a fly Could shake thee to the root — and time has been When tempests could not.
Page 231 - Delay'd not to bestow. But he (they knew) nor ship nor shore, Whate'er they gave, should visit more. Nor, cruel as it seem'd, could he Their haste himself condemn, Aware that flight, in such a sea, Alone could rescue them; Yet bitter felt it still to die Deserted, and his friends so nigh.