Friendly contributions, for the benefit of three infant schools, in the parish of Kensington [ed. by lady M. Fox, Volume 1 |
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... better days , and now occa- sionally visited him from compassion , that he was lying , very ill , in a wretched lodging in Goodge Street , Fitzroy Square . My informant also added , that though his pension and half- pay must be quite ...
... better days , and now occa- sionally visited him from compassion , that he was lying , very ill , in a wretched lodging in Goodge Street , Fitzroy Square . My informant also added , that though his pension and half- pay must be quite ...
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... better frame of mind than I left it . A year has had the effect that time ought to have ; 1 am resigned to the sorrows with which I have been visited , and I am grateful for having been spared many with which others have been afflicted ...
... better frame of mind than I left it . A year has had the effect that time ought to have ; 1 am resigned to the sorrows with which I have been visited , and I am grateful for having been spared many with which others have been afflicted ...
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... better path ; I should say to form one ; for , at one part , to an unexperienced eye like mine , there seemed no possibility of proceeding , as there were no signs or indications of the way we should go : nothing but enormous masses of ...
... better path ; I should say to form one ; for , at one part , to an unexperienced eye like mine , there seemed no possibility of proceeding , as there were no signs or indications of the way we should go : nothing but enormous masses of ...
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... better than all fathers was our father ! Go ... ORESTES . Loose me then ; for this white hand , Electra , Hath fastened upon mine with fiercer grasp Than mine can grasp the sword . ELECTRA . Go , sweet Orestes ! I knew not I was holding ...
... better than all fathers was our father ! Go ... ORESTES . Loose me then ; for this white hand , Electra , Hath fastened upon mine with fiercer grasp Than mine can grasp the sword . ELECTRA . Go , sweet Orestes ! I knew not I was holding ...
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... better hopes . Still marriage was , for the time , impossible ; but when , with youth , health , interest , and hope to befriend him , he saw her again in their native land , and had good reason to be- lieve that the love which she ...
... better hopes . Still marriage was , for the time , impossible ; but when , with youth , health , interest , and hope to befriend him , he saw her again in their native land , and had good reason to be- lieve that the love which she ...
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Page 6 - On the waved back of every swelling strain, Rising and falling in a pompous train; • And while she thus discharges a shrill peal Of flashing airs, she qualifies their zeal...
Page 8 - In th' empyreum of pure harmony. At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers...
Page 8 - With flash of high-born fancies, here and there Dancing in lofty measures, and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone, Whose trembling murmurs, melting in wild airs, Run to and fro, complaining his sweet cares...
Page 3 - His nimble hands' instinct then taught each string A cap'ring cheerfulness, and made them sing To their own dance ; now negligently rash He throws his arm, and with a long-drawn dash Blends all together ; then distinctly trips From this to that, then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art ; sometimes, as if in doubt, Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one...
Page 8 - At length (after so long, so loud a strife Of all the strings, still breathing the best life Of blest variety, attending on His fingers' fairest revolution, In many a sweet rise, many as sweet a fall) A full-mouth'd diapason swallows all.
Page 2 - Now westward Sol had spent the richest beams Of noon's high glory, when hard by the streams Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat, Under protection of an oak, there sat I.
Page 5 - Mars to th' harvest of death's field, and woo Men's hearts into their hands : this lesson too She gives them back : her supple breast thrills out Sharp airs, and staggers in a warbling doubt Of dallying sweetness, hovers o'er her skill, And folds in...
Page 4 - The high-perch'd treble chirps at this, and chides, Until his finger (Moderator) hides And closes the sweet quarrel, rousing all, Hoarse, shrill at once; as when the trumpets call Hot Mars to th...
Page 2 - A sweet lute's-master ; in whose gentle airs He lost the day's heat, and his own hot cares. Close in the covert of the leaves there stood A nightingale, come from the neighbouring wood (The sweet inhabitant of each glad tree...
Page 4 - Blends all together ; then distinctly trips From this to that, then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art ; sometimes, as if in doubt, Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...