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... delight , and may be considered as one of the books best adapted to excite a love of literature . " In 1766 , he succeeded to the head mastership of Winchester school , which he held till 1793 , when , being seventy - one years old , he ...
... delight , and may be considered as one of the books best adapted to excite a love of literature . " In 1766 , he succeeded to the head mastership of Winchester school , which he held till 1793 , when , being seventy - one years old , he ...
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... delightful privacy at Auteuil , was eminently skilled in the management of his finances , and despised that affect- ation which arrogantly aims to place itself above the necessary decorums and rules of civil life ; in all which ...
... delightful privacy at Auteuil , was eminently skilled in the management of his finances , and despised that affect- ation which arrogantly aims to place itself above the necessary decorums and rules of civil life ; in all which ...
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... delight in poetry , her sound sense gave her a love of philosophy . Her enthusiastic love of genius made her a warm admirer of Richardson , the novelist , to whom , however , she could not surrender her opinions . With him she entered ...
... delight in poetry , her sound sense gave her a love of philosophy . Her enthusiastic love of genius made her a warm admirer of Richardson , the novelist , to whom , however , she could not surrender her opinions . With him she entered ...
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... delight in to joy me , nor any conversation I like to entertain me , I am left wholly to myself and my books , and both , I own , too little to possess me entirely . What's Cicero to me , or I to Cicero ? as Hamlet would say ; and for ...
... delight in to joy me , nor any conversation I like to entertain me , I am left wholly to myself and my books , and both , I own , too little to possess me entirely . What's Cicero to me , or I to Cicero ? as Hamlet would say ; and for ...
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... delightful , as it past , To the fond husband and the faithful wife . Beyond the lowly vale of shepherd life They never roam'd ; secure beneath the storm Which in Ambition's lofty land is rife , Where peace and love are canker'd by the ...
... delightful , as it past , To the fond husband and the faithful wife . Beyond the lowly vale of shepherd life They never roam'd ; secure beneath the storm Which in Ambition's lofty land is rife , Where peace and love are canker'd by the ...
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admiration appeared beauty beneath benevolence bless born breast breath called character CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cheerful Christian dark death deep delight divine earth Edinburgh Review Elizabeth Carter eloquence Encyclopędia Britannica Essays father fear feel flowers friends genius GEORGE CRABBE GEORGE GORDON BYRON grace Granville Sharp grave hand happy hath heart heaven Henry Kirke White honor hope hour human labor learning light literary live look Lord mankind MARY TIGHE mind moral morning nation nature never night o'er pain passions peace pleasure poem poet poetry poor praise prayer principles published racter religion Robert Pollok scene Shakspeare sigh slave slavery smile soon sorrow soul spirit spring style sublime sweet taste Tatler tears thee thine things thou thought tion truth VICESIMUS KNOX virtue voice wild words writings young youth
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Page 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 201 - BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
Page 467 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 468 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Page 468 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Page 329 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Page 437 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 176 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 365 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 468 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures