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... wrote the verses " The Ape " ) , dated March 28 , 1809. Mary begins , and Charles then takes the pen and becomes mischievous . Thus , " Haz- litt's child died of swallowing a bag of white paint , which the poor little innocent thing ...
... wrote the verses " The Ape " ) , dated March 28 , 1809. Mary begins , and Charles then takes the pen and becomes mischievous . Thus , " Haz- litt's child died of swallowing a bag of white paint , which the poor little innocent thing ...
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... wrote " Methinks how dainty sweet . " We were two pretty babes , the youngest she , The youngest and the loveliest far , I ween , And INNOCENCE her name . The time has been , We two did love each other's company ; Time was , we two had ...
... wrote " Methinks how dainty sweet . " We were two pretty babes , the youngest she , The youngest and the loveliest far , I ween , And INNOCENCE her name . The time has been , We two did love each other's company ; Time was , we two had ...
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... wrote myself , tho ' they bear no comparison with your exquisite lines On rose- leaf'd beds amid your faery bowers , " & c . - I love my sonnets because they are the reflected images of my own feelings at different times . To instance ...
... wrote myself , tho ' they bear no comparison with your exquisite lines On rose- leaf'd beds amid your faery bowers , " & c . - I love my sonnets because they are the reflected images of my own feelings at different times . To instance ...
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... wrote it . Your other censures ( qualified and sweeten'd , tho ' , with praises somewhat extravagant ) I perfectly coincide with . Yet I chuse to retain the word " lunar indulge a lunatic in his loyalty to his mistress the moon ...
... wrote it . Your other censures ( qualified and sweeten'd , tho ' , with praises somewhat extravagant ) I perfectly coincide with . Yet I chuse to retain the word " lunar indulge a lunatic in his loyalty to his mistress the moon ...
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... wrote to me about Plutarch and Porphyry - I received no such letter , nor remember a syllable of the matter , yet am not apt to forget any part of your epistles , least of all an injunction like that . I will cast about for ' em , tho ...
... wrote to me about Plutarch and Porphyry - I received no such letter , nor remember a syllable of the matter , yet am not apt to forget any part of your epistles , least of all an injunction like that . I will cast about for ' em , tho ...
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ballad beautiful blank verse bless brother called CHARLES LAMB Charles Lloyd Christ's Hospital Coleridge's copy Cottle Cowper dear edition Effusion Elia essay eyes fancy father feel George Dyer give Godwin hath Hazlitt hear heart hope Joan of Arc John Woodvil kind Lady LAMB TO ROBERT LAMB TO S. T. LAMB TO THOMAS LAMB TO WILLIAM Lamb's letter from Lamb lines live London maid Mary Lamb mind Miss Monody Morning Post mother never night omit passage play pleasure poet poetry poor Pray pretty printed reference Religious Musings remember Rickman Robert Lloyd ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. COLERIDGE Sara sent sister sonnet soul Southey Southey's spirit Stoddart Stowey sweet talk tell thank thee things thou thought thro verses volume WILLIAM GODWIN William Hazlitt wish word Wordsworth write written wrote young
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