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... I may finish it according to my mind , your wish will be in some sort accomplished , though perhaps not so effectually as you could desire . " 6 MYRTLE GROVE , YOUGHAL XXIX THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 28 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
... I may finish it according to my mind , your wish will be in some sort accomplished , though perhaps not so effectually as you could desire . " 6 MYRTLE GROVE , YOUGHAL XXIX THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 28 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
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Henry Charles Shelley. MYRTLE GROVE , YOUGHAL XXIX THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN.
Henry Charles Shelley. MYRTLE GROVE , YOUGHAL XXIX THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN.
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Henry Charles Shelley. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R L Nor is this the only testimony which goes to prove.
Henry Charles Shelley. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R L Nor is this the only testimony which goes to prove.
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... swaine , saye , did thee sing All as his straying flocke he fedde ; And , when his honor has thee redde , Crave pardon for my hardyhedde . PENSHURST PLACE : THE BALLROOM THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 70 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
... swaine , saye , did thee sing All as his straying flocke he fedde ; And , when his honor has thee redde , Crave pardon for my hardyhedde . PENSHURST PLACE : THE BALLROOM THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 70 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
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Henry Charles Shelley. PENSHURST PLACE : THE BALLROOM THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN.
Henry Charles Shelley. PENSHURST PLACE : THE BALLROOM THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR , LENOX AND TILDEN.
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Alloway auld birth brother building Burns Burns's Carlyle was born Carlyle's father Castle church churchyard cottage daughter dear death Ecclefechan Elegy English fact Faerie Queene famous farm favour Gilbert White's grave heart Henry de Blois Hoddam Hill honour Hood's hope Ireland James Carlyle John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats Keats's Kirk LENOX AND TILDEN letter literary Little Britain lived Lochlea London Mainhill Mariane Mauchline Mauchline Castle meeting-house memory Mossgiel mother Mount Oliphant never Penn Penshurst Penshurst Place Peter Bell pilgrim poem poet poet's portrait PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR Reynolds's road Scotsbrig seems Selborne Sidney sister sonnet Spenser spirit Stoke Poges stone Street Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton Thomas Carlyle Thomas Hood thou TILDEN FOUNDATIONS tion took Towneley Green verse village volume walls wife Winchester Wordsworth write written wrote YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Page 104 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 162 - His house was known to all the vagrant train. He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
Page 152 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Page 162 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 160 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Page 263 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 112 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 36 - To the most mightie and magnificent Empresse Elizabeth, by the grace of God Queene of England, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc.
Page 181 - This kind of life - the cheerless gloom of a hermit, with the unceasing moil of a galley-slave - brought me to my sixteenth year; a little before which period I first committed the sin of rhyme.
Page 190 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O