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... house , and went to Pembroke - hall . In the year 1768 , by the unfolicited influence of the Duke of Grafton , he was nomi- nated King's Profeffor of Modern Hif- tory in the University of Cambridge , a place of 400l . a year . It ...
... house , and went to Pembroke - hall . In the year 1768 , by the unfolicited influence of the Duke of Grafton , he was nomi- nated King's Profeffor of Modern Hif- tory in the University of Cambridge , a place of 400l . a year . It ...
Page xxvii
... house in the parish of St. Michael , Cornhill , London , now let at the yearly rent of fixty - five pounds , and in the occupation of Mr. Nortgeth , perfumer , provided that he pay out of the faid rent , by half - yearly payments , Mrs ...
... house in the parish of St. Michael , Cornhill , London , now let at the yearly rent of fixty - five pounds , and in the occupation of Mr. Nortgeth , perfumer , provided that he pay out of the faid rent , by half - yearly payments , Mrs ...
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... house at Stoke- Pogeis . The performance induced her to wifh for the author's acquaintance ; and Lady Schaub and Mifs Speed , then at her house , undertook to effect it . These two ladies waited upon the author at his aunt's folitary ...
... house at Stoke- Pogeis . The performance induced her to wifh for the author's acquaintance ; and Lady Schaub and Mifs Speed , then at her house , undertook to effect it . These two ladies waited upon the author at his aunt's folitary ...
Page 66
... nothing but defcribe ? A House there is , ( and that's enough ) From whence one fatal morning iffues A brace of warriors , not in buff , But ruffling in their filks and tiffues . The A LONG STORY , The first came cap - a 66 A LONG STORY .
... nothing but defcribe ? A House there is , ( and that's enough ) From whence one fatal morning iffues A brace of warriors , not in buff , But ruffling in their filks and tiffues . The A LONG STORY , The first came cap - a 66 A LONG STORY .
Page 70
... invifible the border , So cunning was the Apparatus , The powerful pothooks did fo move him , That , will he , nill he , to the Great - house He went , as if the devil drove him . Yet A LONG STORY . Yet on his way ( no ༡༠ A LONG STORY .
... invifible the border , So cunning was the Apparatus , The powerful pothooks did fo move him , That , will he , nill he , to the Great - house He went , as if the devil drove him . Yet A LONG STORY . Yet on his way ( no ༡༠ A LONG STORY .
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Page 156 - 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 56 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 100 - 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 45 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 91 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate. Beneath the Good how far— but far above the Great.
Page 96 - To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couch'd his quiv'ring lance.. I. 2 On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 156 - 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.
Page 149 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 60 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!
Page 60 - 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.