The borough, continued. Occasional pieces. The world of dreams. TalesJohn Murray, Albemarle Street, 1834 |
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... " Can he who loves me , whom I love , deceive ? " Can I such wrong of one so kind believe , " Who lives but in my smile , who trembles when I grieve ? 135 140 14 1537 " He dared not marry , but we met to 12 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
... " Can he who loves me , whom I love , deceive ? " Can I such wrong of one so kind believe , " Who lives but in my smile , who trembles when I grieve ? 135 140 14 1537 " He dared not marry , but we met to 12 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
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... smiling at her side ; " Hope lived till then ; I sank upon the floor , 185 " And grief and thought and feeling were no more : " Although revived , I judged that life would close , 190 " And went to rest , to wonder that I rose : - " My ...
... smiling at her side ; " Hope lived till then ; I sank upon the floor , 185 " And grief and thought and feeling were no more : " Although revived , I judged that life would close , 190 " And went to rest , to wonder that I rose : - " My ...
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... what a grace " And smile of gladness shone upon his face ! " Then , he had knowledge ; finely would he write ; " Study to him was pleasure and delight ; - " Great was his courage , and but few 16 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
... what a grace " And smile of gladness shone upon his face ! " Then , he had knowledge ; finely would he write ; " Study to him was pleasure and delight ; - " Great was his courage , and but few 16 LETTER XX . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
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... water , wood and vale bestow , Where rosy pleasures smile , whence real blessings flow ; With sight and sound of every kind that lives , And crowning all with joy that freedom gives ? Who could from these , in some unhappy day , 59.
... water , wood and vale bestow , Where rosy pleasures smile , whence real blessings flow ; With sight and sound of every kind that lives , And crowning all with joy that freedom gives ? Who could from these , in some unhappy day , 59.
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... smile again at home : Subdued his habits , he may peace regain , And bless the woes that were not sent in vain . Thus might we class the Debtors here confined , The more deceived , the more deceitful kind ; Here are the guilty race ...
... smile again at home : Subdued his habits , he may peace regain , And bless the woes that were not sent in vain . Thus might we class the Debtors here confined , The more deceived , the more deceitful kind ; Here are the guilty race ...
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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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