The borough, continued. Occasional pieces. The world of dreams. TalesJohn Murray, Albemarle Street, 1834 |
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... maid ! -temptation - proof . Then was I led to vengeful monks , who mix With nymphs and swains , and play unpriestly tricks ; Then view'd banditti who in forest wide , And cavern vast , indignant virgins hide ; Who , hemm'd with bands ...
... maid ! -temptation - proof . Then was I led to vengeful monks , who mix With nymphs and swains , and play unpriestly tricks ; Then view'd banditti who in forest wide , And cavern vast , indignant virgins hide ; Who , hemm'd with bands ...
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... maid , " Of her rich lover tenderly afraid : " You judge th ' event ; for grievous was my fate , " Painful to feel , and shameful to relate : " Ah ! sad it was my burthen to sustain , " When the least misery was the dread of pain ...
... maid , " Of her rich lover tenderly afraid : " You judge th ' event ; for grievous was my fate , " Painful to feel , and shameful to relate : " Ah ! sad it was my burthen to sustain , " When the least misery was the dread of pain ...
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... maid . " Still I submitted ; -Oh ! ' t is meet and fit " In all we feel to make the heart submit ; 66 - Gloomy and calm my days , but I had then , " It seem'd , attractions for the eyes of men : " The sober master of a decent trade " O ...
... maid . " Still I submitted ; -Oh ! ' t is meet and fit " In all we feel to make the heart submit ; 66 - Gloomy and calm my days , but I had then , " It seem'd , attractions for the eyes of men : " The sober master of a decent trade " O ...
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... maid and one unhealthy boy " Were left , a mother's misery and her joy . - " Three sons I follow'd to the grave , and one " Oh ! can I speak of that unhappy son ? " Would all the memory of that time were fled , " And all those horrors ...
... maid and one unhealthy boy " Were left , a mother's misery and her joy . - " Three sons I follow'd to the grave , and one " Oh ! can I speak of that unhappy son ? " Would all the memory of that time were fled , " And all those horrors ...
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... maid , For Abel fearing , first in secret pray'd ; Then thus in love and scorn her notions she convey'd : " Alas ! my brother ! can I see thee pace " Hoodwink'd to hell , and not lament thy case , " Nor stretch my feeble hand to stop ...
... maid , For Abel fearing , first in secret pray'd ; Then thus in love and scorn her notions she convey'd : " Alas ! my brother ! can I see thee pace " Hoodwink'd to hell , and not lament thy case , " Nor stretch my feeble hand to stop ...
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Abel ALBEMARLE STREET Aldborough answer'd antè appear'd aunt beauty behold BOROUGH bosom call'd Castle of Otranto comfort Crabbe Crabbe's cried crime Cymbeline dare deed delight disdain dread dream dull Dunciad Edinburgh Review fair fancy fate father fear fear'd feel felt fill'd fix'd fled foes fond friendly pair gain'd gentle GEORGE CRABBE give gloom grace grave grew grief grieved Gwyn happy heart honour hope hour humble Jonas kind knew labour lady live look look'd Lord lover maid meads of asphodel mind Normanston nymph o'er pain pass'd passion Peter PETER GRIMES pity pleasure poet poor possess'd praise pray'd pride remain'd rest scene scorn seem'd shame sigh sigh'd silent smile sorrow soul speak spirit strong sweet Sybil TALE terror thee thou art thought trembling Twas vex'd widow youth
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