Jane Austen

Jane Austen

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Jane Austen (16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817) was an English novelist known primarily for her six major novels, which interpret, critique and comment upon the British landed gentry at the end of the 18th century.
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To The Memory Of Mrs Lefroy Who Died Dec 16 -- My Birthday

The day returns again, my natal day;
What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise
Beloved friend, four years have pass'd
Since thou wert snatch'd forever from our eyes
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See They Come Post Haste From Thanet

See they come, post haste from Thanet,
Lovely couple, side by side;
They've left behind them Richard
With the Parents of the Bride
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Mock Panegyric On A Young Friend

In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna:
And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast savannah
Ontario's lake may fitly speak Her fancy's ample bound:
Its circuit may, on strict survey Five hundred miles be...
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Of A Ministry Pitiful Angry Mean

Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean,
A gallant commander the victim is seen
For promptitude, vigour, success, does he
Condemn'd to receive a severe reprimand
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Ode To Pity

1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed On disappointed Love
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush Sings sweet and Melancholy,
And the thrush Converses with the Do...
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Oh! Mr Best Youre Very Bad

Best, you're very
And all the world shall know it;
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When Stretchd On Ones Bed

When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head,
Which precludes alike thought or repose,
How little one cares For the grandest affairs That may busy the world as it goes
How little one feels For the waltzes and reels Of ou...
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When Winchester Races

When Winchester races first took their
It is said the good people forgot their old
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint
And that William of Wykeham's approval was faint
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Happy The Labrer

Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
And hat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throwsA glance upon the ample cabbage
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This Little Bag

This little bag I hope will
To be not vainly made—For, if you should a needle
It will afford you aid
And as we are about to partT'will serve another end,
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My Dearest Frank I Wish You Joy

My dearest Frank,
I wish you
Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
Whose birth has given little
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