The Early Life of Samuel RogersSmith, Elder, & Company, 1887 - 461 pages |
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... tell the name of the waggoner . Adieu ! my dearest T. R. I hope to hear this evening that you are well , which will always afford the truest pleasure to " Your ever affectionate and unalterable ' Thomas Rogers , Esq . ' M. R. To be left ...
... tell the name of the waggoner . Adieu ! my dearest T. R. I hope to hear this evening that you are well , which will always afford the truest pleasure to " Your ever affectionate and unalterable ' Thomas Rogers , Esq . ' M. R. To be left ...
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... tell his papa that I had left off dipping Maria . - Adieu ! my dearest T. R. Be ever assured of my sincerest affection , and continue to love and think of your number five and your own ' Thomas Rogers , jun . , Esq . At " The Hill ...
... tell his papa that I had left off dipping Maria . - Adieu ! my dearest T. R. Be ever assured of my sincerest affection , and continue to love and think of your number five and your own ' Thomas Rogers , jun . , Esq . At " The Hill ...
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... tell Mrs. Bowles that all her young folks dined with us yesterday , and were very well and very merry . We had , also , two of the young ladies from Miss Crisp's , and they were altogether a joyous party . I was much obliged by Mrs ...
... tell Mrs. Bowles that all her young folks dined with us yesterday , and were very well and very merry . We had , also , two of the young ladies from Miss Crisp's , and they were altogether a joyous party . I was much obliged by Mrs ...
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... Telling of Him who sees in secret there . And now the volume on her knee has caught His wandering eye -- now many a written thought Never to die , with many a lisping sweet , His moving , murmuring lips endeavour to repeat , Released ...
... Telling of Him who sees in secret there . And now the volume on her knee has caught His wandering eye -- now many a written thought Never to die , with many a lisping sweet , His moving , murmuring lips endeavour to repeat , Released ...
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... tell the story of his father one day calling the boys into his room , and asking them what professions they would choose in life . Samuel replied that he should like to be a preacher . He thought there was nothing on earth so grand ...
... tell the story of his father one day calling the boys into his room , and asking them what professions they would choose in life . Samuel replied that he should like to be a preacher . He thought there was nothing on earth so grand ...
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Page 219 - Her tattered mantle, and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er ; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore, Imps, in the barn with mousing owlet bred, From rifled roost at nightly revel fed ; Whose dark eyes flashed through locks of blackest shade, When in the breeze the distant watch-dog bayed...
Page 221 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 83 - I fondly hoped to know The humble walks of happiness below; If thy blest nature now unites above An angel's pity with a brother's love, Still o'er my life preserve thy mild...
Page 406 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 302 - So spake the grisly Terror, and in shape, So speaking and so threatening, grew tenfold More dreadful and deform. On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Page 25 - How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
Page 235 - Ah ! who can tell the triumphs of the mind, By truth illumined, and by taste refined ? When age has quenched the eye, and closed the ear, Still nerved for action in her native sphere, Oft will she rise — with searching glance pursue Some long-loved image vanished from her view; Dart thro...
Page 114 - I reflect, not without vanity, that these Discourses bear testimony of my admiration of that truly divine man; and I should desire that the last words which I should pronounce in this Academy, and from this place, might be the name of — MICHAEL ANGELO*.
Page 316 - An act for the safety and preservation of his Majesty's person and government against treasonable and seditious practices and attempts...
Page 25 - ... his tongue), As with soft accents round her neck he clings, And, cheek to cheek, her lulling song she sings, How blest to feel the beatings of his heart, Breathe his sweet breath, and kiss for kiss impart ; Watch o'er his slumbers like the brooding dove, And, if she can, exhaust a mother's love ! But soon a nobler task demands her care. Apart she joins his little hands in prayer, Telling of Him who sees in secret there...