LettersJ.M. Dent & Company, 1907 |
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... dead Parsons in the Critic . " Too little incident ! Give me leave to tell you , sir , there is too much incident . " I had like to have forgot thanking you for that exquisite little morsel , the first Sclavonian Song . The expression ...
... dead Parsons in the Critic . " Too little incident ! Give me leave to tell you , sir , there is too much incident . " I had like to have forgot thanking you for that exquisite little morsel , the first Sclavonian Song . The expression ...
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... Dead is the Douglas ! cold thy warrior frame , illustrious Buchan , " & c . , are of kindred excellence with Gray's " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , ' & c . How famously the Maid baffles the Doctors , Seraphic and Irrefragable , " with all ...
... Dead is the Douglas ! cold thy warrior frame , illustrious Buchan , " & c . , are of kindred excellence with Gray's " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , ' & c . How famously the Maid baffles the Doctors , Seraphic and Irrefragable , " with all ...
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... dead and murdered corpse in the next room ; yet was I wonderfully supported . I closed not my eyes in sleep that night , but lay without terrors and without despair . I have lost no sleep since . I had been long used not to rest in ...
... dead and murdered corpse in the next room ; yet was I wonderfully supported . I closed not my eyes in sleep that night , but lay without terrors and without despair . I have lost no sleep since . I had been long used not to rest in ...
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... dead mother was lying in the next room -the very next room ; -a mother who , through life , wished nothing but her children's welfare . Indignation , the rage of grief , something like remorse , rushed upon my mind . In an agony of ...
... dead mother was lying in the next room -the very next room ; -a mother who , through life , wished nothing but her children's welfare . Indignation , the rage of grief , something like remorse , rushed upon my mind . In an agony of ...
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... dead , and he , just situated as he was , never the better , as the worldly people say , for her death , her money with her children being taken off his hands . I am just now wondering whether you will ever come to town again ...
... dead , and he , just situated as he was , never the better , as the worldly people say , for her death , her money with her children being taken off his hands . I am just now wondering whether you will ever come to town again ...
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beautiful bless brother CHARLES LAMB Charles Lloyd Clarkson copy David Hartley dead Dear DOROTHY WORDSWORTH exquisite eyes fancy fear feel friendship genius gentleman George Dyer give glad Godwin gone hath Hazlitt head hear heard heart Holcroft hope Joan Joan of Arc kind lady leave letter lines live Lloyd London look maid Mary Milton mind Miss morning never night play pleased pleasure poem poet poetry poor Pray present pretty prose Religious Musings remember Rickman ROBERT SOUTHEY S. T. Coleridge SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scarce sent Shakspeare sister Skiddaw sonnet soul Southey spirit suppose sure sweet talk tell thank thee thing thou thought tion town verses volume week WILLIAM WILLIAM AYRTON WILLIAM GODWIN WILLIAM HAZLITT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wish words Wordsworth write wrote young
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