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... of blood which destroyed the rest ) and would certainly have been cut off as
early , had not his mother , with a courage remarkable for one of her sex , and
withal so very tender a parent , ventured to open a vein with her own hand ,
which ( ) 6.
... of blood which destroyed the rest ) and would certainly have been cut off as
early , had not his mother , with a courage remarkable for one of her sex , and
withal so very tender a parent , ventured to open a vein with her own hand ,
which ( ) 6.
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to open a vein with her own hand , which instantly removed the paroxysm . He
was born in Cornhill , December the 26th , 1716 ; was educated at Eton school ,
under the care of Mr . Antrobus , his mother ' s brother , who was at that time one
of ...
to open a vein with her own hand , which instantly removed the paroxysm . He
was born in Cornhill , December the 26th , 1716 ; was educated at Eton school ,
under the care of Mr . Antrobus , his mother ' s brother , who was at that time one
of ...
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I hope this will have better success in behalf of your quondam school - fellow ; in
behalf of one who has walked hand in hand with you , like the two children in the
wood , Through many a flowery path and shelly grot , Where learning lull ' d us ...
I hope this will have better success in behalf of your quondam school - fellow ; in
behalf of one who has walked hand in hand with you , like the two children in the
wood , Through many a flowery path and shelly grot , Where learning lull ' d us ...
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Just Heav ' n ! what sin , ere life begins to bloom , Devotes my head untimely to
the tomb ; Did e ' er this hand against a brother ' s life Drug the dire bowl or point
the murd ' rous knife ? Did e ' er this tongue the slanderer ' s tale proclaim , Or ...
Just Heav ' n ! what sin , ere life begins to bloom , Devotes my head untimely to
the tomb ; Did e ' er this hand against a brother ' s life Drug the dire bowl or point
the murd ' rous knife ? Did e ' er this tongue the slanderer ' s tale proclaim , Or ...
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... and for an hour or two at noon will stick yourself up as formal as if you had
been fixed in your frame for these hundred years , with a pink or rose in one hand
, and a great seal ring on the other . Your name , I assure you , has been ...
... and for an hour or two at noon will stick yourself up as formal as if you had
been fixed in your frame for these hundred years , with a pink or rose in one hand
, and a great seal ring on the other . Your name , I assure you , has been ...
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Page 17 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
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| Title | Poems and Letters of Thomas Gray: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings |
| Authors | Thomas Gray, William Mason |
| Editor | William Mason |
| Publisher | J. F. Dove, 1820 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 1 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 527 pages |
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