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... naturally delicate , much of the time which his school - fellows spent in robust exercises , he devoted to writing , and many of the wild and tender effusions of his fancy proved the poetical bias of mind . These early.
... naturally delicate , much of the time which his school - fellows spent in robust exercises , he devoted to writing , and many of the wild and tender effusions of his fancy proved the poetical bias of mind . These early.
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... the memory of his father . The following epitaph was written at the request of his widow , by the Rev. W. Benwell , and is now for the first time made public . TO THE MEMORY OF HENRY HEADLEY , Son of the X BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH.
... the memory of his father . The following epitaph was written at the request of his widow , by the Rev. W. Benwell , and is now for the first time made public . TO THE MEMORY OF HENRY HEADLEY , Son of the X BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH.
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... writing so- norous and empty verses ; but the excellence he aimed at , and that which he attained , consisted in the display of vivid images and vigorous expres- sions , faithful delineations of nature , and rich me- lody of ...
... writing so- norous and empty verses ; but the excellence he aimed at , and that which he attained , consisted in the display of vivid images and vigorous expres- sions , faithful delineations of nature , and rich me- lody of ...
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... writing . A work executed as this is , with dili- gence and taste , is an acquisition to English litera- ture . It brings to light a number of poetical beau- + Biographical Sketches , p . lxv . * Preface , p . 8 . ties , which before ...
... writing . A work executed as this is , with dili- gence and taste , is an acquisition to English litera- ture . It brings to light a number of poetical beau- + Biographical Sketches , p . lxv . * Preface , p . 8 . ties , which before ...
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... WRITTEN IN 1788 . SWEET Pensiveness , who once didst love to throw O'er Headley's Muse the fading tints of woe ! How does thy swelling bosom heave with sighs , To see how low thy youthful votary lies ! Cynthia , whose praise adorn'd his ...
... WRITTEN IN 1788 . SWEET Pensiveness , who once didst love to throw O'er Headley's Muse the fading tints of woe ! How does thy swelling bosom heave with sighs , To see how low thy youthful votary lies ! Cynthia , whose praise adorn'd his ...
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Alençon ancient arms beauty Benwell blood born bower breast breath Cant castle cheerful crown Daniel Daphles dark Davenant death delight Doracles dost doth Drayton dreadful Dunmow Earle Earle of March edit Edmund Bolton Edward elegant English eyes fair falling idols fame fate fear Fletcher Francis Quarles genius Giles Fletcher Gondibert grace grief hand hath heart heav'n hell honour Jonson King live look Lord Milton mind Mortimer Muses never night nought Nut-brown Maid o'er Oxford Oxon passage PHINEAS FLETCHER pieces poem poet poetical poetry Poly-Olbion Priam prince Quarles queen reader reign rest Robert Fitz Walter Rosamond SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd seems Shakspeare sighs sight slain Slanes Castle sleep sorrow soul Spenser spirit stood sweet sword taste tears thee thing thou thought tion Trinity College unto verses victory Whilst woeful Wood words wretched writers
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