Letters of Anna Seward: Written Between the Years 1784 and 1807, Volume 1 |
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... morning of thy days ! gave vigour to thy scientific researches ; drew to thee many amiable individuals , who ge- nerously waved , in tribute to thy merit , those ob- jections to plebeian birth which prevail in France with a force so ...
... morning of thy days ! gave vigour to thy scientific researches ; drew to thee many amiable individuals , who ge- nerously waved , in tribute to thy merit , those ob- jections to plebeian birth which prevail in France with a force so ...
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... morning airings upon the mountains , my eye dwelt with pleasure upon some fine effects of light and shade , the only beautiful * Johnson . objects on those high wild hills . What a humid LETTER IV . 13 Wm Hayley, Esq.
... morning airings upon the mountains , my eye dwelt with pleasure upon some fine effects of light and shade , the only beautiful * Johnson . objects on those high wild hills . What a humid LETTER IV . 13 Wm Hayley, Esq.
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... morning is arisen in all the summer's glory . Cruel ! Why would you not send me the trim- ming epigram upon the mitred pedant , who has so despicably criticized your Sargent's beauteous dramatic poem ? Not less welcome to me is the gall ...
... morning is arisen in all the summer's glory . Cruel ! Why would you not send me the trim- ming epigram upon the mitred pedant , who has so despicably criticized your Sargent's beauteous dramatic poem ? Not less welcome to me is the gall ...
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... - star in the ocean - bed , But yet , anon , exalts his drooping head ; New tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky . LETTER XV . MRS BROOKE * . Lichfield , April 64 LETTER XIV .
... - star in the ocean - bed , But yet , anon , exalts his drooping head ; New tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky . LETTER XV . MRS BROOKE * . Lichfield , April 64 LETTER XIV .
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... morning , which slowly broke through the sleet and snows that have covered my chaise in a dreary journey ; and here have I been waiting some hours for the arrival of post - horses , to con- vey me to the dear paternal arms . At Buxton ...
... morning , which slowly broke through the sleet and snows that have covered my chaise in a dreary journey ; and here have I been waiting some hours for the arrival of post - horses , to con- vey me to the dear paternal arms . At Buxton ...
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Adieu admire agreeable amiable amongst ANNA SEWARD Avignon bard beautiful benevolence blank verse celebrated character charming cold composition criticism dear delight Dewes Dr Johnson elegant envy Epic Poetry epithets excellence eyes fame fancy father feel flattering genius gentleman Gentleman's Magazine GEORGE HARDINGE Gibraltar glow graces happiness Hayley Hayley's heart honour hope hour idea imagination ingenious interest Knowles lady late LETTER Lichfield light literary Lord Lucy Porter lyre Madam March 25 Milton mind MISS WESTON Monody morning muse nature never nymph observe odes Ossian Paradise Lost passages perhaps Petrarch Piozzi pleasure poem poet poetic poetry praise prose regret rendered rhyme rocks scene sensibility Seward Shakespeare shew sonnet Sophia spirit style sublime sure sweet talents taste thou tion truth Vaucluse verse virtues Whalley WILLIAM HAYLEY wish writings youth
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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,