A memoir of Mrs. Anna Lætitia Barbauld, with many of her letters. By Grace A. Ellis

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Página 122 - FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Página 278 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Página 30 - That in the university of Oxford, the greater part of the public professors have for these many years given up altogether even the pretence of teaching.
Página 30 - To the University of Oxford I acknowledge no obligation, and she will as cheerfully renounce me for a son as I am willing to disclaim her for a mother. I spent fourteen months at Magdalen College; they proved the fourteen months the most idle and unprofitable of my whole life.
Página 31 - Dr. well remembered that he had a salary to receive, and only forgot that he had a duty to perform.
Página 279 - For my name and memory," he declared in his last will, " I leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages.
Página 289 - They were lovely in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Página 278 - ... been annihilated; her people have degenerated into timid slaves ; her language into a barbarous jargon; her temples have been given up to the successive depredations of Romans, Turks, and Scotchmen ; but her intellectual empire is imperishable. And when...
Página 12 - I once, indeed, knew a little girl who was as eager to learn as her instructors could be to teach her ; and who, at two years old, could read sentences and little stories in her •wise book, roundly, without spelling, and, in half a year more, could read as well as most women ; but I never knew such another, and, I believe, never shall.
Página 339 - Struck sunlight o'er it ; so his life hath flowed From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure Alone are mirrored ; which, though shapes of ill May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them.

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