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Very probably he had trusted to Shiels's word, and never looked at it so as to compare it with The Lives of the Poets, as published under Mr. Cibber's name. What became of that manuscript I know not. I should have liked much to examine it. I suppose it was thrown into the fire in that impetuous combustion of papers, which Johnson I think rashly executed, when moribundus. BOSWELL. Mr.
"Rainbow!" for he would translate her name at times, "come to me, veni" and his lips went on automatically, and murmured, "vel venito!" The child came and sat by his bedside and took his hand, which she could not warm, but which shot its rays of cold all through her slender frame. But there she sat, looking steadily at him. Presently he opened his lips feebly, and whispered, "Moribundus."
"Rainbow!" for he would translate her name at times, "come to me, veni" and his lips went on automatically, and murmured, "vel venito!" The child came and sat by his bedside and took his hand, which she could not warm, but which shot its rays of cold all through her slender frame. But there she sat, looking steadily at him. Presently he opened his lips feebly, and whispered, "Moribundus."
"Rainbow!" for he would translate her name at times, "come to me, veni" and his lips went on automatically, and murmured, "vel venito!" The child came and sat by his bedside and took his hand, which she could not warm, but which shot its rays of cold all through her slender frame. But there she sat, looking steadily at him. Presently he opened his lips feebly, and whispered, "Moribundus."
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