excerpt from 'Memoirs of Myself, begun many Years since, but never, I fear, to be completed' pp. 4–5 (131 words)
excerpt from 'Memoirs of Myself, begun many Years since, but never, I fear, to be completed' pp. 4–5 (131 words)
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Well, indeed, do I remember my Christmas visits to Miss Dodd, when I used to pass with her generally three whole days, and be made so much of by herself and her guests: most especially do I recall the delight of one evening when she had a large tea-party, and when, with her alone in the secret, I remained for hours concealed under the table, having a small barrel-organ in my lap, and watching anxiously the moment when I was to burst upon their ears with music from — they knew not where! If the pleasure, indeed, of the poet lies in anticipating his own power over the imagination of others, I had as much the poetical feeling about me while lying hid under that table as ever I could boast since. |
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