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... speak as Homer does ; And sure a cook may use like privilege , And more than a blind poet . But mark the surly answer of the cook's master : Not with me : I'll have no kitchen Homers in my house ; So , pray , discharge yourself . The ...
... speak as Homer does ; And sure a cook may use like privilege , And more than a blind poet . But mark the surly answer of the cook's master : Not with me : I'll have no kitchen Homers in my house ; So , pray , discharge yourself . The ...
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... speak- and natural elevation of a generous ing of , accordingly , is now the hero- mind . icks only of the hulks and the house The last of the symptoms of rusof correction ; and has no chance , ticity which we think it necessary to ' We ...
... speak- and natural elevation of a generous ing of , accordingly , is now the hero- mind . icks only of the hulks and the house The last of the symptoms of rusof correction ; and has no chance , ticity which we think it necessary to ' We ...
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... somewhat in awe of this but they contain much more bad excellent lady , and to have been no taste , and are written with far more less sensible of her sound judgment a а mend by very slow degrees . The weak- speak RELIQUES OF BURNS . 15.
... somewhat in awe of this but they contain much more bad excellent lady , and to have been no taste , and are written with far more less sensible of her sound judgment a а mend by very slow degrees . The weak- speak RELIQUES OF BURNS . 15.
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Enos Bronson. а mend by very slow degrees . The weak- speak it . We beg leave too , in passness of my nerves has so debilitated my ing , to observe , that this Scotch is mind , that i dare neither review past not to be considered as a ...
Enos Bronson. а mend by very slow degrees . The weak- speak it . We beg leave too , in passness of my nerves has so debilitated my ing , to observe , that this Scotch is mind , that i dare neither review past not to be considered as a ...
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... speaking of Burns as we wished to actual intelligence of the lower orders speak of him : and therefore , we feel will be found , there also , very far to grateful to Mr. Cromek for giving exceed the ordinary estimates of their us this ...
... speaking of Burns as we wished to actual intelligence of the lower orders speak of him : and therefore , we feel will be found , there also , very far to grateful to Mr. Cromek for giving exceed the ordinary estimates of their us this ...
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Page 195 - The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Page 169 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 195 - RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN, ANN BODHAM. OH that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page viii - I' the presence He would say untruths; .and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning : He was never, But where he meant to ruin, pitiful...
Page 170 - In the day-time they had the range of a hall, and at night retired each to his own bed, never intruding into that of another. Puss grew presently familiar, would leap into my lap, raise himself upon his hinder feet, and bite the hair from my temples.
Page 231 - But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears Amidst the clouds that round us roll ; He bids my soul for battle thirst, He bids me dry the last — the first — The only tears that ever burst From Outalissi's soul ; Because I may not stain with grief The death-song of an Indian chief.
Page 94 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 231 - And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek we not their camp — for there The silence dwells of my despair.
Page 18 - Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen : For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
Page 14 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.