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... DEAR SERJEANT TALFOURD , I dedicate to you the following Juvenilia ( forming part of a series , ) scribbled while I was yet a mere College boy , and dear to me therefore as recalling some of the hap- piest moments of my life . How ...
... DEAR SERJEANT TALFOURD , I dedicate to you the following Juvenilia ( forming part of a series , ) scribbled while I was yet a mere College boy , and dear to me therefore as recalling some of the hap- piest moments of my life . How ...
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... rank me among their friends , I should reckon the illustrious author of Ion . BELIEVE ME TO BE , DEAR SERJEANT TALFOURD TRULY AND EVER YOUR'S , EDWARD KEnealy . Lectori S. Quoniam vidi et scio multos sibi sapientes videri vi . DEDICATION .
... rank me among their friends , I should reckon the illustrious author of Ion . BELIEVE ME TO BE , DEAR SERJEANT TALFOURD TRULY AND EVER YOUR'S , EDWARD KEnealy . Lectori S. Quoniam vidi et scio multos sibi sapientes videri vi . DEDICATION .
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... DEAR SIR , -There is something exthramely affecting in the and downs and revolutions of the world we lives in . One man sets out in life as a gintleman , and ends his career in the workhouse or maybe , in Botany Bay with the wild Injuns ...
... DEAR SIR , -There is something exthramely affecting in the and downs and revolutions of the world we lives in . One man sets out in life as a gintleman , and ends his career in the workhouse or maybe , in Botany Bay with the wild Injuns ...
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... dear joke of a creature Misther Tom Croughton Croaker the fairyman ; and among thimselves they compozed pomes and songs , and essays dhramatical and critical , that exsited the wondher of the whole town and counthry for miles and miles ...
... dear joke of a creature Misther Tom Croughton Croaker the fairyman ; and among thimselves they compozed pomes and songs , and essays dhramatical and critical , that exsited the wondher of the whole town and counthry for miles and miles ...
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... dear , darlint rimnant of our ould Irish fistivitees , as Misther Croker used affectionately to call it -was fadin away by degrees . Mantons was only rarely required by the gintlemin - limbs was more rarely shot off - and the fatal ...
... dear , darlint rimnant of our ould Irish fistivitees , as Misther Croker used affectionately to call it -was fadin away by degrees . Mantons was only rarely required by the gintlemin - limbs was more rarely shot off - and the fatal ...
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Page 298 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 209 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Page 298 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Page 302 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 306 - If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 314 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Page 327 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Page 331 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.
Page 309 - Although men are accused for not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold, which the owner knows not of.
Page 133 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.