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Almost nearly all composed as exercises , and every thing that he says has spirit
for display . There are few of them and originality ; and every thing that written
with simplicity or plainness ; he says well , is characterized by a and though
natural ...
Almost nearly all composed as exercises , and every thing that he says has spirit
for display . There are few of them and originality ; and every thing that written
with simplicity or plainness ; he says well , is characterized by a and though
natural ...
Page 117
She governs , but led her by the hand to his stables , commands , and directs
every thing , where he acted in the same manner , at the pleasure of her husband
. How towards one of his best horses , as his obedient , virtuous , and polite she
is ...
She governs , but led her by the hand to his stables , commands , and directs
every thing , where he acted in the same manner , at the pleasure of her husband
. How towards one of his best horses , as his obedient , virtuous , and polite she
is ...
Page 277
If they be decidedly superiour in Be sure that your pointer is stanch . both these
requisites , have a bad When you launch a good thing , headach and be silent .
You could which is only heard by the person not speak to advantage , and it's ...
If they be decidedly superiour in Be sure that your pointer is stanch . both these
requisites , have a bad When you launch a good thing , headach and be silent .
You could which is only heard by the person not speak to advantage , and it's ...
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Every thing serious it repels , by fairly doubted whether , upon the “ its dear wit
and gay rhetorick ; " and whole , the race of beggars is not against every thing
poignant , it seeks happier than the race of lords ; and shelter in the impenetrable
...
Every thing serious it repels , by fairly doubted whether , upon the “ its dear wit
and gay rhetorick ; " and whole , the race of beggars is not against every thing
poignant , it seeks happier than the race of lords ; and shelter in the impenetrable
...
Page 377
Now you shall the common language of English ladies , see Miss Tracey appear
at the ball to accompanied with infinitely more anima morrow , in every thing that I
have sworn tion of countenance and demonstrative to her is fashionable .
Now you shall the common language of English ladies , see Miss Tracey appear
at the ball to accompanied with infinitely more anima morrow , in every thing that I
have sworn tion of countenance and demonstrative to her is fashionable .
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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 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Select Reviews of Literature, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, Volume 2 |
| Editor | Enos Bronson |
| Publisher | Hopkins and Earle, 1809 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 23 May 2007 |
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