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... late absurd custom of classing let- " ters to separate correspondents , but " suffer them to succeed each other in " the order of time , as you find them . " transcribed . " When you shall receive this letter " its Writer will be no ...
... late absurd custom of classing let- " ters to separate correspondents , but " suffer them to succeed each other in " the order of time , as you find them . " transcribed . " When you shall receive this letter " its Writer will be no ...
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Written Between the Years 1784 and 1807 Anna Seward. more . While she lives so itable all manner of good it to a late period of 33 nna Seward а CONTENTS OF VOLUME I. LETTER I. Miss Powys , II.
Written Between the Years 1784 and 1807 Anna Seward. more . While she lives so itable all manner of good it to a late period of 33 nna Seward а CONTENTS OF VOLUME I. LETTER I. Miss Powys , II.
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... and 1807 Anna Seward. While she lives the more . itable all manner of good , it to a late period of 37 CONTENTS OF VOLUME I. 46 LETTER I. Miss Powys ,. nna Seward * A lady of abilities and accomplishments , unmarried ,
... and 1807 Anna Seward. While she lives the more . itable all manner of good , it to a late period of 37 CONTENTS OF VOLUME I. 46 LETTER I. Miss Powys ,. nna Seward * A lady of abilities and accomplishments , unmarried ,
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... late sum- mer days . Part of them , however , were tinged with the gloom of regret , by the death of my dear aunt Martin , whose striking likeness to my yet dearer mother , whom I lost in the year 1780 , in- creased the affection which ...
... late sum- mer days . Part of them , however , were tinged with the gloom of regret , by the death of my dear aunt Martin , whose striking likeness to my yet dearer mother , whom I lost in the year 1780 , in- creased the affection which ...
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... late literary COLOSSUS , written by me , appeared in the General Even- ing Post for December 27th 1784 - without my name ; because my friend , his daughter - in - law , Mrs Lucy Porter , would resent the fidelity of the ه . # portrait ...
... late literary COLOSSUS , written by me , appeared in the General Even- ing Post for December 27th 1784 - without my name ; because my friend , his daughter - in - law , Mrs Lucy Porter , would resent the fidelity of the ه . # portrait ...
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Page 218 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Page 360 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 356 - Moreover the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun, and the light of the sun shall be sevenfold, as the light of seven days, in the day that the LORD bindeth up the breach of his people, and healeth the stroke of their wound.
Page 110 - This pow'r has praise that virtue scarce can warm, Till fame supplies the universal charm. Yet Reason frowns on War's unequal game, Where wasted nations raise a single name; And mortgag'd states their grandsires...
Page 19 - Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge him thy greater ; sound his praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st.
Page 207 - Wing'd with red lightning and impetuous rage, Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now To bellow through the vast and boundless deep.
Page 219 - Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 360 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 218 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Page 66 - he would hang a dog that read the ' Lycidas ' of Milton twice." " What, then," replied I, " must become of me, who can say it by heart ; and who often repeat it to myself with a delight, which grows by what it feeds upon ? " " Die," returned the growler,