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But I am mortal: and I cannot write Aught that may foil the fatal wing of Time. Silent, I look at Fame: I cannot climb To where her Temple is--Not mine the might:-- I have some glimmering of what is sublime-- But, ah! it is a most inconstant light.
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About this time he (Peter) wrote a slang description of a fight he had witnessed to a lady. Unlucky Peter!
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Was ever woman in this manner wooed? The lady
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and no wonder she did not care for a long letter
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Peter was so ill-advised as to appear before her with glorious scars,
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in fact, and she
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Peter did not survive her disdain.
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The lady still lives, and is married
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Guy Mannering
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virtues unusual in the sex. One of the songs (on the delights of bull-baiting) contains the most vigorous lines I have ever met, but they are _too_ vigorous for our lax age. The tragedy ends most tragically, and the moral comes in
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says the author,
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Upon my soul, writes Keats,
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I have been getting more and more close to you every day, ever since I knew you, and now one of the first pleasures I look to is your happy marriage. Reynolds was urging Keats to publish the
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Pot of Basil
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On September 22, 1819, Keats sent Reynolds the
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Ode to Autumn,