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... live , is fo excellent a perfon , and regards me with a friendship fo truly .Chriftian , that I could almoft fancy my own mother restored to life again , to compenfate to me for all the friends I have loft , and all my connexions broken ...
... live , is fo excellent a perfon , and regards me with a friendship fo truly .Chriftian , that I could almoft fancy my own mother restored to life again , to compenfate to me for all the friends I have loft , and all my connexions broken ...
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... live near the Rev. John Newton , who evinced much fympathy for Mrs. Unwin's fituation . For many years after Cowper came to Olney , religion was the prin- cipal , if not the exclusive subject of his thoughts . Excepting that he ...
... live near the Rev. John Newton , who evinced much fympathy for Mrs. Unwin's fituation . For many years after Cowper came to Olney , religion was the prin- cipal , if not the exclusive subject of his thoughts . Excepting that he ...
Página xix
... live in the centre of a world I know you do not delight in . Happy are you , my dear friend , in being able to difcern the in- fufficiency of all it can afford , to fill and fatisfy the defires of an immortal foul . That God who created ...
... live in the centre of a world I know you do not delight in . Happy are you , my dear friend , in being able to difcern the in- fufficiency of all it can afford , to fill and fatisfy the defires of an immortal foul . That God who created ...
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... live to think of it many years . " It costs me not much difficulty to fuppofe that my friends who were already grown old , when I faw them laft , are old ftill ; but it costs me a good deal sometimes to think of those who were at that ...
... live to think of it many years . " It costs me not much difficulty to fuppofe that my friends who were already grown old , when I faw them laft , are old ftill ; but it costs me a good deal sometimes to think of those who were at that ...
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... live and am here , another year . " I have heard before of a room with a floor laid upon springs , and fuch like things , with so much art , in every part , that when you went in you was forced to begin a minuet pace , with an air and a ...
... live and am here , another year . " I have heard before of a room with a floor laid upon springs , and fuch like things , with so much art , in every part , that when you went in you was forced to begin a minuet pace , with an air and a ...
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Página 241 - Well done ! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin— who but he ; His fame soon spread around — He carries weight, he rides a race, 'Tis for a thousand pound.
Página 198 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 199 - But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Página 238 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Página 362 - Could catch the sound no more: For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him: but the page Of narrative sincere...
Página 239 - For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more.
Página 152 - That reaching home, the night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
Página 212 - And it seem'd to a fanciful view To weep for the buds it had left, with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Página 117 - Tis thus Omnipotence his law fulfils, And vengeance executes what justice wills. Again— the band of commerce was designed To associate all the branches of mankind ; And if a boundless plenty be the robe, Trade is the golden girdle of the globe.
Página 246 - Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...