Memoirs of a Life, Chiefly Passed in Pennsylvania, Within the Last Sixty Years: With Occasional Remarks Upon the General Occurrences, Character and Spirit of that Eventful Period

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John Wyeth, 1811 - Electronic book - 378 pages
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Page 305 - And to be grave, exceeds all power of face. I sit with sad civility, I read With honest anguish, and an aching head; And drop at last, but in unwilling ears, This saving counsel, — 'Keep your piece nine years.
Page 21 - I'm drest all in my best To walk abroad with Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Page 362 - Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father...
Page 86 - Yet, for the benefit of the succeeding age, I could wish that your retreat might be deferred until your morals shall happily be ripened to that maturity of corruption at which the worst examples cease to be contagious.
Page 109 - They made a halt, while the Doctor, foaming with rage and indignation, without his hat, his wig dishevelled and bloody from his wounded hand, stood up in the cart and called for a bowl of punch.
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Page 303 - Things vulgar, and well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise and they admire they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other : And what delight to be by such extoll'd, To live upon their tongues and be their talk, Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise...

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