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... reason for it 25. To Mr. WEST . Answer to the foregoing letter . Some account of Naples and its environs , and of Mr. Walpole's return to Florence 333 . 73 76 77 • 81 84 • 87 89 00 90 LETTER 26. To his MOTHER . Excursion to Bologna . iv ...
... reason for it 25. To Mr. WEST . Answer to the foregoing letter . Some account of Naples and its environs , and of Mr. Walpole's return to Florence 333 . 73 76 77 • 81 84 • 87 89 00 90 LETTER 26. To his MOTHER . Excursion to Bologna . iv ...
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... Reason for writing the Epitaph on Sir William Williams . 236 . 237 44. To Mr. MASON . On Count Algarotti's approbation of his and Mr. Mason's poetry . Gothic architecture . Plagiary in Helvetius , from Elfrida 45. To Mr. BROWN . Sending ...
... Reason for writing the Epitaph on Sir William Williams . 236 . 237 44. To Mr. MASON . On Count Algarotti's approbation of his and Mr. Mason's poetry . Gothic architecture . Plagiary in Helvetius , from Elfrida 45. To Mr. BROWN . Sending ...
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... reason on his side ; but I suspect that the generality will , notwithstanding , wish he had been less scrupulously de- licate , and lament that the letters in question are not now extant . Of one thing I am fully confident , that , had ...
... reason on his side ; but I suspect that the generality will , notwithstanding , wish he had been less scrupulously de- licate , and lament that the letters in question are not now extant . Of one thing I am fully confident , that , had ...
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... reason I choose so melancholy a kind of poesy , is because my low spirits and constant ill health ( things in me not imaginary , as you surmise , but too real , alas ! and I fear constitutional ) " have tuned my heart to elegies of woe ...
... reason I choose so melancholy a kind of poesy , is because my low spirits and constant ill health ( things in me not imaginary , as you surmise , but too real , alas ! and I fear constitutional ) " have tuned my heart to elegies of woe ...
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... reason my letters are shorter and less frequent than they would be , had I any materials but myself to entertain you with . Love and brown sugar must be a poor regale for one of your goût ; and , alas ! you know I am by trade a grocer ...
... reason my letters are shorter and less frequent than they would be , had I any materials but myself to entertain you with . Love and brown sugar must be a poor regale for one of your goût ; and , alas ! you know I am by trade a grocer ...
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Página 371 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Página 377 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Página 398 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, .And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Página 118 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Página 380 - Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace...
Página 399 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 373 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Página 372 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise! No more; — where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Página 375 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Página 397 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...