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She was a sweet motherly woman , realising our notion of one of Scott's most
charming characters , Ailie Dinmont , in her simplicity , her kindness , and her
devotion to her husband and her children . At this time William Cobbett was at the
...
She was a sweet motherly woman , realising our notion of one of Scott's most
charming characters , Ailie Dinmont , in her simplicity , her kindness , and her
devotion to her husband and her children . At this time William Cobbett was at the
...
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I took my lute ; methought its strain Might wile the heavy hours along ; I strove to
fill my heart and brain With the sweet breath of ancient song : In vain ; whate'er I
made my choice Was fraught with thy bewitching voice . And down I laid the ...
I took my lute ; methought its strain Might wile the heavy hours along ; I strove to
fill my heart and brain With the sweet breath of ancient song : In vain ; whate'er I
made my choice Was fraught with thy bewitching voice . And down I laid the ...
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A healthful old man to whom sleep was sweet , the first sound slumbers of the
night held him in their soft though strong embrace . The assassin enters through
the window already prepared into an unoccupied apartment . With noiseless foot
he ...
A healthful old man to whom sleep was sweet , the first sound slumbers of the
night held him in their soft though strong embrace . The assassin enters through
the window already prepared into an unoccupied apartment . With noiseless foot
he ...
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Give me a look , give me a face That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely
flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the
adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . FROM A
CELEBRATION OF ...
Give me a look , give me a face That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely
flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the
adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . FROM A
CELEBRATION OF ...
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Ha ' you felt the wool of the beaver , Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the
bud o ' the briar ! Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so
white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she ! SONG . Oh ! do not worship with those ...
Ha ' you felt the wool of the beaver , Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the
bud o ' the briar ! Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so
white ! O so soft ! O so sweet is she ! SONG . Oh ! do not worship with those ...
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