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he left all his associates in the lurch . After this , John had no apples to roast at night , and grew very sulky with every body about him . 66 John was a bad scholar - the natu- ral difficulties of the Greek tongue , and " what worse ...
he left all his associates in the lurch . After this , John had no apples to roast at night , and grew very sulky with every body about him . 66 John was a bad scholar - the natu- ral difficulties of the Greek tongue , and " what worse ...
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... John Dunton returns to London ; and he likens him- self to Ulysses for the troubles he had undergone , although we cannot per- ceive many traces , except those of good eating and drinking , in his own ac- count of his wanderings . He ...
... John Dunton returns to London ; and he likens him- self to Ulysses for the troubles he had undergone , although we cannot per- ceive many traces , except those of good eating and drinking , in his own ac- count of his wanderings . He ...
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... John's own , entitle him to a higher degree of praise than he has been usually thought to merit . It is ob- scurely noticed in his " Life and Errors ; " but the Anagram of the Author's name pre- fixed to a copy of verses declares him ...
... John's own , entitle him to a higher degree of praise than he has been usually thought to merit . It is ob- scurely noticed in his " Life and Errors ; " but the Anagram of the Author's name pre- fixed to a copy of verses declares him ...
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... John . " Oh ! what a falling off is there ! Why , had the Cockney lived a few years longer , he might have descended into a plain , paltry My dear Sir ; " and then there would have been an end of all his greatness . From My dear Lord ...
... John . " Oh ! what a falling off is there ! Why , had the Cockney lived a few years longer , he might have descended into a plain , paltry My dear Sir ; " and then there would have been an end of all his greatness . From My dear Lord ...
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... John Keats , ' Tis well you think me truly one of those . Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things , & c . " 6 And then again comes another son- net on receiving a crown of ivy from the same . " A crown of ivy ! -I submit my head ...
... John Keats , ' Tis well you think me truly one of those . Whose sense discerns the loveliness of things , & c . " 6 And then again comes another son- net on receiving a crown of ivy from the same . " A crown of ivy ! -I submit my head ...
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Seite 271 - And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. 30 And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: 31 Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
Seite 354 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe; He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Seite 2 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old, rude song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary.
Seite 57 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent.
Seite 139 - More graceful than her own. His wandering step Obedient to high thoughts, has visited The awful ruins of the days of old : Athens, and Tyre, and Balbec, and the waste Where stood Jerusalem, the fallen towers Of Babylon, the eternal pyramids, Memphis and Thebes, and whatsoe'er of strange Sculptured on alabaster obelisk, Or jasper tomb, or mutilated sphynx, Dark /Ethiopia in her desert hills Conceals.
Seite 179 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.