LettersJ.M. Dent & Company, 1907 |
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... Spirits disherited of Earth , " and " the strange beatitude " which the good man shall recognise in heaven , as well as the particularizing of the children of wretchedness , ( I have unconsciously included every part of it , ) form a ...
... Spirits disherited of Earth , " and " the strange beatitude " which the good man shall recognise in heaven , as well as the particularizing of the children of wretchedness , ( I have unconsciously included every part of it , ) form a ...
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... spirit . Most ex- quisite are the lines from Withers . Your own lines , introductory to your poem on " Self , " run smoothly and pleasurably , and I exhort you to continue ' em . What shall I say to your " Dactyls " ? They are what you ...
... spirit . Most ex- quisite are the lines from Withers . Your own lines , introductory to your poem on " Self , " run smoothly and pleasurably , and I exhort you to continue ' em . What shall I say to your " Dactyls " ? They are what you ...
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... spirits , reduces me a degree below prosaical , and keeps me in a suspense that fluctuates between hope and fear . Hope is a charming , lively , blue - eyed wench , and I am always glad of her company , but could dispense with the ...
... spirits , reduces me a degree below prosaical , and keeps me in a suspense that fluctuates between hope and fear . Hope is a charming , lively , blue - eyed wench , and I am always glad of her company , but could dispense with the ...
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... spirits , in constant attendance and humouring my poor father ; talked with him , read to him , played at cribbage with him , ( for so short is the old man's recollection , that he was playing at cards , as though nothing had happened ...
... spirits , in constant attendance and humouring my poor father ; talked with him , read to him , played at cribbage with him , ( for so short is the old man's recollection , that he was playing at cards , as though nothing had happened ...
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... spirits are not quite depressed . I should ill deserve God's blessings , which , since the late terrible event , have ... spirit of my mother seems to descend and smile upon me , and bid me live to enjoy the life and reason which the ...
... spirits are not quite depressed . I should ill deserve God's blessings , which , since the late terrible event , have ... spirit of my mother seems to descend and smile upon me , and bid me live to enjoy the life and reason which the ...
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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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