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... never be termed a servile herd : every honest friend of the Muses will wish to see them multiplied , until they shall form a large fraternity of generous competitors , who , however they may differ as scholars or authors , shall make it ...
... never be termed a servile herd : every honest friend of the Muses will wish to see them multiplied , until they shall form a large fraternity of generous competitors , who , however they may differ as scholars or authors , shall make it ...
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... the key of your own strong box , you had never given fifty thousand pounds to your daughter , and mar- ried her to the Duke of Beaufort's eldest son . " Being now joined by some of the principal merchants upon 6 REUBEN APSLEY .
... the key of your own strong box , you had never given fifty thousand pounds to your daughter , and mar- ried her to the Duke of Beaufort's eldest son . " Being now joined by some of the principal merchants upon 6 REUBEN APSLEY .
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... never forget how kindly the merry King looked at him over his shoulder , as with a smile and graceful air he hummed part of a song out of one of Shadwell's plays , -- " Good store of good Claret supplies every thing , And the man that ...
... never forget how kindly the merry King looked at him over his shoulder , as with a smile and graceful air he hummed part of a song out of one of Shadwell's plays , -- " Good store of good Claret supplies every thing , And the man that ...
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... never saw company or dined out on the sabbath , he sallied forth to enjoy his Sunday afternoon's walk . The general aspect of the City on this day , with its shops and windows all closed , its streets deserted , and the busy hubbub of ...
... never saw company or dined out on the sabbath , he sallied forth to enjoy his Sunday afternoon's walk . The general aspect of the City on this day , with its shops and windows all closed , its streets deserted , and the busy hubbub of ...
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... never had any children of his own ; and it was somewhat of the latest to think of direct issue . He had a nephew , in- deed , of his own name , Basil Goldingham , the only child of a deceased brother ; but the youth was a moping ...
... never had any children of his own ; and it was somewhat of the latest to think of direct issue . He had a nephew , in- deed , of his own name , Basil Goldingham , the only child of a deceased brother ; but the youth was a moping ...
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Page 196 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 233 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
Page 317 - LOVE not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart : For these may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, And love me still but know not why — So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anonymous.
Page 141 - ... reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds. And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea, He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?
Page 1 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb ; Which would not be if Reason ruled, or Wisdom weaved the web.
Page 22 - your father would have gone further." " Your majesty's father would not have gone so far," replied the duke. He ordered Huddleston, the priest, to publish a relation of Charles's dying in the communion of the Church of Rome, and he himself became the publisher of two papers, which he declared in his own royal name, and under his signature, were found by him in his brother's strong box ; their tendency being...
Page 317 - Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why—- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anon.
Page 164 - Venus' sweet delight, Of late had chang'd the tenor of her string To higher tunes than serve for Cupid's fight : Shrill trumpets' sound, sharp swords, and lances strong, War, blood, and death, were matter of her song. The God of Love by chance had heard thereof, That I was prov'da rebel to his crown ; " Fit words for war," quoth he, with angry scoff, " A likely man to write of Mars his frown.
Page 60 - Bon ton never to define, or be defined. It is the child and the Parent of Jargon. It is — I can never tell you what it is : but I will try to tell you what it is not.
Page v - You have exalted the tone and feeling, as well as the quality of our literature, by discarding from it all that jealousy, bitterness, and malice which had stigmatized authors with the hereditary appellation of the irritable race. The future Hercules announced himself by strangling these serpents in the very outset of his career. By your gentleness and urbanity towards your predecessors, when exercising the functions of an editor or a commentator ; by the generous encouragement which you have seized...