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... judgment ; well he merits praise ! Sharp hit , indeed ! See yonder active scout That covers point : ' tis W - s ; good catch ! -he's out ! Again ' tis gone ; ' tis sure beyond the c 2 HORE SARISBURIENSES . 17 A Scene in the Cricket Field.
... judgment ; well he merits praise ! Sharp hit , indeed ! See yonder active scout That covers point : ' tis W - s ; good catch ! -he's out ! Again ' tis gone ; ' tis sure beyond the c 2 HORE SARISBURIENSES . 17 A Scene in the Cricket Field.
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... praise Where not in truth deserv'd : there have been days When Salisbury's Club , nor members thence alone , Were forc'd , reluctant , their defeat to own : Dorset full well our deeds in cricket knows , And Oxford scholars rank'd among ...
... praise Where not in truth deserv'd : there have been days When Salisbury's Club , nor members thence alone , Were forc'd , reluctant , their defeat to own : Dorset full well our deeds in cricket knows , And Oxford scholars rank'd among ...
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6 The four stanzas by ' Devoniensis ' well deserve praise : I have heard them spoken highly of . " G. S. mourns over Greece in pathetic lines , for I imagine he feels the sentiments he so well expressed ; " but I must say to him what ...
6 The four stanzas by ' Devoniensis ' well deserve praise : I have heard them spoken highly of . " G. S. mourns over Greece in pathetic lines , for I imagine he feels the sentiments he so well expressed ; " but I must say to him what ...
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... praise for prose ! But ' A. ' will excuse me if I go a little farther , and say the " Scrap Book " made us laugh , espe- cially the Sketch . " There again we meet Harold , whose lines on the Birth - day are pretty . I was sorry for the ...
... praise for prose ! But ' A. ' will excuse me if I go a little farther , and say the " Scrap Book " made us laugh , espe- cially the Sketch . " There again we meet Harold , whose lines on the Birth - day are pretty . I was sorry for the ...
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... praise . I'll choose for it some sunny bank , Where violets sweetly grow ; The tulip shall its beauties lend , And roses round it blow . On cheering wing thou hov'rest round In fortune's adverse day ; Nor dost , like many proffer'd ...
... praise . I'll choose for it some sunny bank , Where violets sweetly grow ; The tulip shall its beauties lend , And roses round it blow . On cheering wing thou hov'rest round In fortune's adverse day ; Nor dost , like many proffer'd ...
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Adelaide adieu admiration Almack's Amyntor arms AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM beauty bewitching blest bliss bosom breast bright brow Carthage Charles Dashwood charm Committee cricket Darlington dear death delight e'en e'er Editors elected ev'ry exclaimed fair fair lady fair sex fame farewell fate fear feel forget fortune friendship gentleman Giaour glorious grief hand happiness hear heard heart heav'n honor hope Hora Sarisburienses Horæ hour Kenyon ladies Latham leave look Lord Lord Ruthven lov'd meeting mind misery mortal Mytton ne'er never o'er Palmer paper pass perusal pleasure pow'r praise pray'r quadrille Reginald regret rose sacred scenes schoolfellows seem'd Seymour sigh smile song soon sorrow soul spot stanzas sweet tear tell thanks thee thine thou art thought tion Twas Utopia vex'd vote Wentworth whilst wish word young youth
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