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... believe , the rich and happy people , who are so fond of long life , would not like very well . This would utterly undo our young prodigal heirs , were their hopes of succession three or four hundred years off , who , as short as life ...
... believe , the rich and happy people , who are so fond of long life , would not like very well . This would utterly undo our young prodigal heirs , were their hopes of succession three or four hundred years off , who , as short as life ...
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... believe this calumny , but was convinced by Penn of the entire falsehood of the charge . Lord Macaulay revived some of the accusations against Penn , and represented him as conniving at the intolerance and corruption of the court . The ...
... believe this calumny , but was convinced by Penn of the entire falsehood of the charge . Lord Macaulay revived some of the accusations against Penn , and represented him as conniving at the intolerance and corruption of the court . The ...
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... believe is so . The effect is not nought towards me , whom it animates to have a true , not false title to the least virtue you are disposed to attribute to me . Yet I am far from such a vigour of mind as surmounts the secret discontent ...
... believe is so . The effect is not nought towards me , whom it animates to have a true , not false title to the least virtue you are disposed to attribute to me . Yet I am far from such a vigour of mind as surmounts the secret discontent ...
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... believe ; help thou my unbelief . ' . . . WOBORNE ABBY , 27th Novr . 1685 . To Lord Cavendish . Tho ' I know my letters do Lord Cavendish no service , yet as a respect I love to pay him , and to thank him also for his last from Limbeck ...
... believe ; help thou my unbelief . ' . . . WOBORNE ABBY , 27th Novr . 1685 . To Lord Cavendish . Tho ' I know my letters do Lord Cavendish no service , yet as a respect I love to pay him , and to thank him also for his last from Limbeck ...
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... believe her false enough , but she's ne'er the worse for your purpose ; she was with you yesterday in a disguise at the play . Dor . There we fell out , and resolv'd never to speak to one another more . Bell . The occasion ? Dor . Want ...
... believe her false enough , but she's ne'er the worse for your purpose ; she was with you yesterday in a disguise at the play . Dor . There we fell out , and resolv'd never to speak to one another more . Bell . The occasion ? Dor . Want ...
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Chamber's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical ..., Volum 2 Robert Chambers,David Patrick Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
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Side 364 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 333 - I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone, for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death.
Side 367 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Side 361 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Side 363 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 364 - Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? Perhaps in this neglected spot...
Side 364 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Side 364 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 188 - A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest; Beauty that shocks you, Parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and Pride that licks the dust.
Side 367 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.