Biographia Borealis; Or Lives of Distinguished Northerns,

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Whitaker, Treacher, and Company: and F.E. Bingley, Leeds., 1833 - Lancashire (England) - 732 pages

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Page 343 - me so gently, so pleasantly, with such fair allurements to learning, that I think all the time nothing while I am with him. And when I am called from him I fall on weeping, because whatsoever I do else beside learning, is full of grief, trouble, fear, and whole misliking unto me. And thus
Page 102 - finally postponed till too late, for Kuster never lived to complete it Methinks the shade of the lexicographer might arise and say, with the Miltonic Satan:— " What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be?" Kuster engaged in an edition of
Page 319 - neglected by a court, but I will not be dictated to by a subject. Your man shan't stand. Anne Dorset, Pembroke, and Montgomery." This letter was first published in the periodical called "The World," in 1753. The paper in which it appears is imputed to Horace Walpole, 2o who has introduced Lady Anne
Page 299 - substance was not hid from thee when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being imperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them." Her governess was Mistress Taylor; her tutor, that excellent man— "the well
Page 62 - his were not the deepest scar ; And Hampton shows what part He had of wiser art: When twining subtle fears with hope, He wove a net of such a scope, That Charles himself might chace To Carisbrook's narrow case; That thence the royal actor borne, The tragic scaffold might adorne, While round the armed bands, Did clap their
Page 299 - once, for I am afraid that some one of my readers may not have a copy of Wordsworth's poems in his pocket, or even on his parlour window. Written in London, 1802. "O friend, I know not which way I must look For comfort, being
Page 469 - spell has power; * Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls, Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned eternity in icy halls, Of cold sublimity.
Page 272 - Even at this sight My heart is turn'd to stone: and while 'tis mine It shall be stony. York not our old men spares, No more will I their babes: tears virginal . Shall be to me even as the dew to fire; And beauty that the tyrant
Page 62 - And plead the ancient rights in vain: But those do hold or break, As men are strong or weak. Nature, that hateth emptiness, Allows of penetration less; And therefore must make room Where greater spirits

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