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... young minds , when first admitted to the fountains of Greek and Latin Poetry ; and the Teacher who could seek to dissuade their ingenuous souls from such delightful dreams , by coarse , vul- gar , and indecent ribaldry , instead of ...
... young minds , when first admitted to the fountains of Greek and Latin Poetry ; and the Teacher who could seek to dissuade their ingenuous souls from such delightful dreams , by coarse , vul- gar , and indecent ribaldry , instead of ...
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... young minds of genius and power , in his picture of himself , pursuits , visions , and attain- ments , during the bright and glorious morning of life , when he inhabited a dwelling of surpassing magnificence , guarded , and hallowed ...
... young minds of genius and power , in his picture of himself , pursuits , visions , and attain- ments , during the bright and glorious morning of life , when he inhabited a dwelling of surpassing magnificence , guarded , and hallowed ...
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... young ignorant lads from Cambridge forcing them- selves upon the retirement of this il- lustrious old man , and , instead of lis- tening with love , admiration , and reve- rence , to his sentiments and opinions , insolently obtruding ...
... young ignorant lads from Cambridge forcing them- selves upon the retirement of this il- lustrious old man , and , instead of lis- tening with love , admiration , and reve- rence , to his sentiments and opinions , insolently obtruding ...
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... Young Mor- timer thus speaks to his uncle : 46 Uncle ! his wanton humour grieves not me : But this I scorn , that one so basely born Should by his Sovereign's favour grow so pert , And riot with the treasure of the realm . While ...
... Young Mor- timer thus speaks to his uncle : 46 Uncle ! his wanton humour grieves not me : But this I scorn , that one so basely born Should by his Sovereign's favour grow so pert , And riot with the treasure of the realm . While ...
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... young wo- man any renewal of the tack , which I hear expires in two years . At least , your Lordship should insist on her parting with the Dominie and James Horn , which are a disgrace to any re- spectable person to be seen with , and ...
... young wo- man any renewal of the tack , which I hear expires in two years . At least , your Lordship should insist on her parting with the Dominie and James Horn , which are a disgrace to any re- spectable person to be seen with , and ...
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Page 260 - And kill sick people groaning under walls; Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door.
Page 69 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 316 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 419 - That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster...
Page 11 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 481 - He is a great lover and praiser of himself, a contemner and scorner of others, given rather to lose a friend than a jest, jealous of every word and action of those about him (especially after drink, which is one of the elements in which he liveth...
Page 29 - These looks of thine can harbour nought but death: I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Page 29 - They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
Page 29 - EDW.: Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep, I never wake: This fear is that which makes me tremble thus; And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? LIGHT.: To rid thee of thy life. — Matrevis, come! Enter MATREVIS and GURNEY K. EDW.: I am too weak and feeble to resist. — Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul!
Page 263 - Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians.