St. Solifer with Other Worthies and Unworthies

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C. H. Kerr, 1891 - 179 sider
 

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Side 168 - But when they knew that he was a Jew, all with one voice about the space of two hours cried out, Great is Diana of the Ephesians.
Side 129 - Thro' a whole campaign of the world's life and death, Doing the King's work all the dim day long, In his old coat and up to knees in mud, Smoked like a herring, dining on a crust, — And, now the day was won, relieved at once ! No...
Side 177 - If then it succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot; beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again, turn it anew.
Side 175 - So that we may conclude wheresoever manners and fashions are corrupted, language is. It imitates the public riot. The excess of feasts and apparel are the notes of a sick state ; and the wantonness of language, of a sick mind.
Side 116 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away!
Side 156 - That an elephant, in 1630, came hither ambassador from the great Mogul, who could both write and read, and was every day allowed twelve cast of bread, twenty quarts of canary sack, besides nuts and almonds the citizens wives sent him.
Side 154 - A tedious person is one a man would leap a steeple from, gallop down any steep hill to avoid him ; forsake his meat, sleep, nature itself, with all her benefits, to shun him. A mere impertinent : one that touched neither heaven nor earth in his discourse. He opened an entry into a fair room, but shut it again presently. I spake to him of garlic, he answered asparagus : consulted him of marriage, he tells me of hanging, as if they went by one and the same destiny.
Side 89 - Then Apollyon straddled quite over the whole breadth of the way, and said, I am void of fear in this matter; prepare thyself to die; for I swear by my infernal den, that thou shalt go no further; here will I spill thy soul.
Side 37 - Thus, under the sway of Yima, six hundred winters passed away, and the earth was replenished with flocks and herds, with men and dogs and birds and with red blazing fires, and there was room no more for flocks, herds, and men.
Side 126 - CEchalian king,) Because he proudly durst affirm he could more sweetly sing Than that Pierian race of Jove ; who, angry with his vaunt, Bereft his eyesight, and his song, that did the ear enchant, And of his skill to touch his harp disfurnished his hand.

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