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‘Happy influences’ompany, that of happy children, as well as of all bright and natural things. She was fond of riding, she loved her gardens, her woodland playground. As she grew older she used to drive a pony and go further afield. A child of those days flying in terror along one of these steep Herefordshire lanes,

Anticonvulsants

‘Dearest Papa would be sorry to think how much he grieved me’ of your Essay on Mind.’. He then complained of my involved style and obsolete words. ‘Where did this word come from?’ ‘From Spenser.’ ‘I wish you had never read Spenser.’ ‘Your harmony is defective—. who write so much about measure — (alluding to my correspondence with Mr. Price.) — I told you by w

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Console

‘The fatal event which saddened her bloom of youth’sumption in the family that disease would have intervened. There were no seeds of the fatal English malady in her constitution, and she escaped. Still, however, the vessel did not heal, and after attending her for above a twelvemonth at her father’s house in Wimpole Street, Dr. Chambers, on the appr

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Conclave

‘The duties belonging to my femineity’he more ashamed because I feel conscious that people may suspect the fault, of the . of a merit — by way of pedantry or the like. So when talk begins of work—German wools, English threads and the rest, I make haste to change the subject or to look on one side and escape the imminent exposure. Oh! yo

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On Poetry II: ‘I want to write a new poem of a new class’ And I who care so much for stories, am not to find fault with them. And now tell me, — where is the obstacle to making as interesting a story of a poem as of a prose work—Echo answers ... Conversations and events, why may they not be given as rapidly and passionately and lucidly in verse as in pros

Ventilator

On Poetry III: ‘relations … higher than the naked eye of the cold reasoning intellect can discern atnder it harder than it need be by confusing and confounding the motive faculty of the poet with his subject matter, and even with his forms of expression. My intimate persuasion is, that poetry is truth, primitive absolute and universal truth — but less truth in abstraction than in relation — and th