PoemsSmith, 1830 - 451 sider |
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Side xix
... windy for walking , we either converse within doors , or sing some hymns of Martin's " ( his cousin's ) " collection , and , by the help of Mrs Unwin's harp- sichord , make up a tolerable concert ; in which our hearts , I hope , are the ...
... windy for walking , we either converse within doors , or sing some hymns of Martin's " ( his cousin's ) " collection , and , by the help of Mrs Unwin's harp- sichord , make up a tolerable concert ; in which our hearts , I hope , are the ...
Side 10
... , plann'd and executed well , Shifted the wind that raised it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And Victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not framed amiss ; 10 TABLE TALK .
... , plann'd and executed well , Shifted the wind that raised it , and it fell . He trod the very self - same ground you tread , And Victory refuted all he said . B. And yet his judgment was not framed amiss ; 10 TABLE TALK .
Side 17
... imitative knack Confine the million in the beaten track , Perhaps some courser , who disdains the road , Snuffs up the wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one ; Short his career TABLE TALK . 17.
... imitative knack Confine the million in the beaten track , Perhaps some courser , who disdains the road , Snuffs up the wind , and flings himself abroad . Contemporaries all surpass'd , see one ; Short his career TABLE TALK . 17.
Side 27
... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indiff'rent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable would tell you ' tis a lie ...
... wind to parch us at a blast ? Can British Paradise no scenes afford To please her sated and indiff'rent lord ? Are sweet philosophy's enjoyments run Quite to the lees ? And has religion none ? Brutes capable would tell you ' tis a lie ...
Side 29
... wind she swims , and sails away , Now stoops upon it , and now grasps the prey . Petronius ! all the Muses weep for thee ; But every tear shall scald thy memory ; The Graces too , while Virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that ...
... wind she swims , and sails away , Now stoops upon it , and now grasps the prey . Petronius ! all the Muses weep for thee ; But every tear shall scald thy memory ; The Graces too , while Virtue at their shrine Lay bleeding under that ...
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