Autobiography, Letters and Literary Remains of Mrs. Piozzi (Thrale)Longman, Green, Longman, and Roberts, 1861 |
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... hour by her desire ; when she showed me a heap of what are termed pocket - books , and said she was sorely embarrassed upon a point , upon which she condescended to say she would take my advice . You see in that collection , ' she ...
... hour by her desire ; when she showed me a heap of what are termed pocket - books , and said she was sorely embarrassed upon a point , upon which she condescended to say she would take my advice . You see in that collection , ' she ...
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... hours of this cruel evening , my spirits sunk , I fainted , and my father , gaining possession of the fatal billet , had to ask my pardon -poor unhappy soul ! and in this fond misery spent we the hours till four o'clock in the morning ...
... hours of this cruel evening , my spirits sunk , I fainted , and my father , gaining possession of the fatal billet , had to ask my pardon -poor unhappy soul ! and in this fond misery spent we the hours till four o'clock in the morning ...
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... hour . This was December 1762 , fifty - three years ago exactly . Yet are not my feelings blunted ! The Will gave to my mother his Bachygraig House , and estate for life , charged with 5000l . for me ; to which my uncle , in ...
... hour . This was December 1762 , fifty - three years ago exactly . Yet are not my feelings blunted ! The Will gave to my mother his Bachygraig House , and estate for life , charged with 5000l . for me ; to which my uncle , in ...
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... fire , not for two hours , but for two full weeks , * Alluding to the fire on board an East Indiaman , in which Sir James Fellowes was passenger . between the knowledge of my danger and the end on't 26 AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL MEMOIRS .
... fire , not for two hours , but for two full weeks , * Alluding to the fire on board an East Indiaman , in which Sir James Fellowes was passenger . between the knowledge of my danger and the end on't 26 AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL MEMOIRS .
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... hour - my mother a year ; but she left our minds more easy . I lay awake twelve nights and days , I remember , ' spite of all art could do ; but here I am , vexing your tired ear with past afflictions . You will see that many letters ...
... hour - my mother a year ; but she left our minds more easy . I lay awake twelve nights and days , I remember , ' spite of all art could do ; but here I am , vexing your tired ear with past afflictions . You will see that many letters ...
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Page 453 - How happy is the blameless vestal's lot ? The world forgetting, by the world forgot...
Page 111 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Page 444 - Before their eyes in sudden view appear The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and highth. And time and place are lost...
Page 158 - ... it would be hard to find a man so well entitled to notice by his wit that ever delighted so much in talking of his money.
Page 336 - Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours : Safety consists not in escape From dangers of a frightful shape ; An earthquake may be bid to spare The man that's strangled by a hair. Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread, Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
Page 136 - This poem has yet a grosser fault. With these trifling fictions are mingled the most awful and sacred truths, such as ought never to be polluted with such irreverend combinations.
Page 325 - PENSION [an allowance made to any one without an equivalent. In England it is generally understood to mean pay given to a state hireling for treason to his country'].
Page 164 - I'll quit my prey, And grant a kind reprieve; In hopes you'll have no more to say But when I call again this way, Well pleased the world will leave.
Page 166 - I know, cries Death, that at the best, I seldom am a welcome guest; But don't be captious, friend, at least; I little thought you'd still be able To stump about your farm and stable; Your years have run to a great length, I wish you joy though of your strength. Hold, says the farmer, not so fast, I have been lame these four years past. And no great wonder...
Page 385 - The ascending pile Stood fixed her stately height, and straight the doors, Opening their brazen folds discover, wide Within, her ample spaces o'er the smooth And level pavement ; from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky.