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A Season at Harrogate In a Series of Poetical Epistles, from Benjamin Blunderhead, Esquire, to His Mother, in Derbyshire. With Useful and Copious Notes, Descriptive of the Objects Most Worthy of Attention in the Vicinity of Harrogate

Hofland, Mrs. (Barbara), 1770-1844· 10 chapters· 12,923 words

'Tis now forty years and dear mother _you_ know it, Since my great Uncle[1] Simkin set up for a poet, And I'll venture to say that not one in the nation, From that day to this caus'd so much admiration, But tho' I ne'er hope on his humour to hit, Much less catch his genius or...

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10. LETTER X.

For my silence these three weeks your pardon I ask, But really dear mother all writing's a task, Save for sonnets to Agnes I do not know when, My run-a-way fingers laid hold of...

8. LETTER VIII.

This week in such various amusement has past, I have scarce had an hour to myself since my last, On Monday all day we for wagers were prancing, And concluded at night with most...

9. LETTER IX.

Dear mother I've so much to say in my letter, Tho' the last was too long I fear this wo'nt be better, And someway I never know how to begin, When I've got a great many fine thin...

3. LETTER III.

With pleasure dear mother commence I this letter To tell you already I find myself better, To the praise of the well be it known I am able, To pick up my crumbs with the best at...

7. LETTER VII.

You'll rejoice my kind mother to hear once again, I've been shooting with pleasure and health in my train, The Major and I went a sporting together, Traversing whole regions of...

6. LETTER VI.

Since the world and all in it are subject to changing, I hope my dear mother you'll pardon my ranging, Nor think it surprising to find your son plac'd 'Mongst the very first peo...

2. LETTER II.

Oh! how my dear mother shall pen, ink, and paper Convey to your mind a true sense of the vapour, Which hov'ring around this new Acheron serves, To torture and wound your olfacto...

5. LETTER V.

As soon as Aurora came sun-rob'd and flaunting, Our party arose to continue their jaunting, But think not our hurry to run after pleasure, Could make us forget a good breakfast...

4. LETTER IV.

Since I wrote to you last my dear mother I've been To see all the lions which are to be seen Around this gay place--where 'tis much in the fashion, Small parties to form for thi...

1. LETTER I.

'Tis now forty years and dear mother _you_ know it, Since my great Uncle[1] Simkin set up for a poet, And I'll venture to say that not one in the nation, From that day to this c...