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Page 47
... dear mother , if you will sit down and calmly listen to what I say , you shall be fully resolved in every one of those many questions you have asked me . I went to Cork and con- verted my horse , which you prize so much higher than ...
... dear mother , if you will sit down and calmly listen to what I say , you shall be fully resolved in every one of those many questions you have asked me . I went to Cork and con- verted my horse , which you prize so much higher than ...
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... dear mother , I found sufficient to reconcile me to all my follies ; for here I spent three whole days . The counsellor had two sweet girls to his daughters , who played en- chantingly on the harpsichord ; and yet it was but a ...
... dear mother , I found sufficient to reconcile me to all my follies ; for here I spent three whole days . The counsellor had two sweet girls to his daughters , who played en- chantingly on the harpsichord ; and yet it was but a ...
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... DEAR BOв , 66 Edinburgh , September 26th , 1753 . " How many good excuses ( and you know I was ever good at an excuse ) might I call up to vindicate my past shameful silence . I might tell how I wrote a long letter on my first coming ...
... DEAR BOв , 66 Edinburgh , September 26th , 1753 . " How many good excuses ( and you know I was ever good at an excuse ) might I call up to vindicate my past shameful silence . I might tell how I wrote a long letter on my first coming ...
Page 61
... dear Bob such blessings , while I may sit down and laugh at the world and at myself — the most ridiculous object in it . But you see I am grown downright splenetic , and perhaps the fit may continue till I receive an answer to this . I ...
... dear Bob such blessings , while I may sit down and laugh at the world and at myself — the most ridiculous object in it . But you see I am grown downright splenetic , and perhaps the fit may continue till I receive an answer to this . I ...
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... dear Sir , let me here acknowledge the humility of the station in which you found me ; let me tell how I was despised by most , and hateful to myself . Poverty , hopeless poverty , was my lot , and Melancholy was beginning to make me ...
... dear Sir , let me here acknowledge the humility of the station in which you found me ; let me tell how I was despised by most , and hateful to myself . Poverty , hopeless poverty , was my lot , and Melancholy was beginning to make me ...
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Page xi - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page xi - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 32 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labor free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Page 237 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Page 148 - I was dressed, and found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent, at which he was in a violent passion. I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira and a glass before him.
Page xiii - For, e'en though vanquished, he could argue still, While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew.
Page 167 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 171 - Yet, notwithstanding this weight of authority, and the universal practice of former ages, a new species of dramatic composition has been introduced under the name of sentimental comedy, in which the virtues of private life are exhibited, rather than the vices exposed; and the distresses, rather than the faults of mankind, make our interest in the piece.
Page 237 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 356 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, .He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still bom to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...