The Table Book, Том 1W. Hone, 1827 |
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... death ; Ah ! grant this slight request , - That here my urn may rest , When to its mansion flies my vital breath . This pleasing hope will smooth My anxious mind , and soothe The pangs of that inevitable hour ; My spirit will not grieve ...
... death ; Ah ! grant this slight request , - That here my urn may rest , When to its mansion flies my vital breath . This pleasing hope will smooth My anxious mind , and soothe The pangs of that inevitable hour ; My spirit will not grieve ...
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... death . " The following morning she sent for her confessor , in the certainty of an approaching dissolution . The phy- sicians assured her that her apprehensions were ill founded and premature . " If I had not , " replied she , " seen ...
... death . " The following morning she sent for her confessor , in the certainty of an approaching dissolution . The phy- sicians assured her that her apprehensions were ill founded and premature . " If I had not , " replied she , " seen ...
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... death of the last incumbent here mentioned , was not more than about seventy pounds per annum , although it is a very large and populous parish , containing at least twenty hamlets or townships , and is scarcely any where less than four ...
... death of the last incumbent here mentioned , was not more than about seventy pounds per annum , although it is a very large and populous parish , containing at least twenty hamlets or townships , and is scarcely any where less than four ...
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... death ordain , Shall kitten Rufus by dogs be slain , And end his thrice three lives of woe Among the cotton and calico . SONNET TO A PRETTY GIRL IN A PASTRY - COOK'S SHOP . Sweet Maid , for thou art maid of many sweets , Behind thy ...
... death ordain , Shall kitten Rufus by dogs be slain , And end his thrice three lives of woe Among the cotton and calico . SONNET TO A PRETTY GIRL IN A PASTRY - COOK'S SHOP . Sweet Maid , for thou art maid of many sweets , Behind thy ...
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... death . As for me , I never greatly loved him ; I had not grown up with him ; and he was too prone to repulse my little advances to familiarity , with coldness , or anger . He had certainly some reason to be displeased with me , for I ...
... death . As for me , I never greatly loved him ; I had not grown up with him ; and he was too prone to repulse my little advances to familiarity , with coldness , or anger . He had certainly some reason to be displeased with me , for I ...
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