... 35. a. Graham of Morphie. When one of the lords built the old castle, ... ... other busy idler. But the good folks of Sommersetshire by a sort of refinement of such hackneyed traditions hold that ... ... ever since St. Peter took the tribute penny out of the mouth of a fish of that species. 347 ...
... absurd as a feast made up of sauces. The use of a pictoresque imagination is to brighten and ... ... I in my Stomach! How my empty Guts cry out! My wounds ake, Would they would ... ... Oh that I had my boxes and my lints now, My stupes, my tents, and those sweet ...
... Come on, my boy. How dost my boy? art cold? I'm cold my self. Where is the straw, my fellow? ... ... pin prick: 'would I were assur'd Of my condition. » ...
... ve been in Love with one princess or another almost all my life, and I hope I shall go on so, ... ... to give Misery a six pence; and therefore I always get out of it as fast as I can; and the moment ...
... mentioned Marlowe's ›Faust‹. He burst out into an exclamation of praise. »How greatly is it ... ... of the connection between Goethe and Byron. At the time of my interviews with Goethe, Byron's ›Life‹ ... ... on his own name?« .... I informed Goethe of my possession of Wieland's bust by Schadow. He said: » ...
... The spirits numberless Of my dear countrymen, which yesterday Left their ... ... she was All! My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms, All stoop ... ... Deep in the secret foldings of my heart, She lived with life, ...