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...ago anticipated! his satire justified! — which it is by many a kindred example ; — Odious ! iir woollens ! 'twould a saint provoke ! . Were the last...— give this cheek a little red ! On the subject of « lacryraatories, • Signor Campana differs from most critical writers, including King David, who...

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...armies, ahops, villages, or cities, still this self-identity, this continuous * " Odious ! in woollen ! 'twould a saint provoke !" Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. " No : let a charming chints and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs and shade my lifeless lace. One need not, sure, be frightful,...

...Caryatides I cannot endure, they so ludicrously recall Pope's lines on Mrs. Clive, " Odious ! in woollen 'twould a saint provoke !" Were the last words that...poor Narcissa spoke. " No, let a charming chintz and Brussell's lace Wrap my cold limbs and shade my lifeless face. One would not sure be frightful when...

...Caryatides I cannot endure, they so ludicrously recall Pope's lines on Mrs. Clive, " Odious ! in woollen 'twould a saint provoke !" Were the last words that...poor Narcissa spoke. " No, let a charming chintz and Brussell's lace Wrap my cold limbs and shade my lifeless face. One would not sure be frightful when...

...breath, as ebbing life retires, For one puff more, and in that puff expires. " Odious ! in woollen ! 'twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that...dead — And, Betty, give this cheek a little red."" The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought out...

...breath, as ebbing life retires, For one puff more, and in that puff expires. "Odious! in woollen ! 'twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that...one's dead— And, Betty, give this cheek a little red."1* The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought...

...breath, as ebbing life retires, For one puff more, and in that puff expires. 'Odious ! in woollen ! 'twould a saint provoke,' Were the last words that...not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And— Be ity— give this cheek a little red.' 251 The courtier smooth, who forty years had shined An humble...