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... Rise of Wolsey 158. Summer . - II . 159. Conquest of Constantinople by the Crusaders 160. Scene from the Critic 161. Swineherds of the New Forest 162. Sermon upon the Love of our Neighbour 163. Sufferings of William Lithgow 164. A ...
... Rise of Wolsey 158. Summer . - II . 159. Conquest of Constantinople by the Crusaders 160. Scene from the Critic 161. Swineherds of the New Forest 162. Sermon upon the Love of our Neighbour 163. Sufferings of William Lithgow 164. A ...
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... rise and sing as if it had learned music and motion from an angel , as he passed sometimes through the air about his ministries here below : so is the prayer of a good man ; when his affairs have required busi- ness , and his business ...
... rise and sing as if it had learned music and motion from an angel , as he passed sometimes through the air about his ministries here below : so is the prayer of a good man ; when his affairs have required busi- ness , and his business ...
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... rise they added , that it was the usual time for the sea - breeze to decline , and for a fresh breeze to spring up from the marshes . Ma- rius did as they advised , and the sailors carried him out of the vessel and laid him on the grass ...
... rise they added , that it was the usual time for the sea - breeze to decline , and for a fresh breeze to spring up from the marshes . Ma- rius did as they advised , and the sailors carried him out of the vessel and laid him on the grass ...
Pagina 112
... trust had sent them deliverance . Flora , too , knew her parents , who were on their knees ; and she strove to rise up and kneel down beside them , but she 112 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS . The Great Dismal Swamp of America.
... trust had sent them deliverance . Flora , too , knew her parents , who were on their knees ; and she strove to rise up and kneel down beside them , but she 112 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS . The Great Dismal Swamp of America.
Pagina 113
Half hours Charles Knight. rise up and kneel down beside them , but she was powerless as a broken reed ; and when she thought to join with them in thanksgiving , her voice was gone . Still as death sat all the people in the hut , and one ...
Half hours Charles Knight. rise up and kneel down beside them , but she was powerless as a broken reed ; and when she thought to join with them in thanksgiving , her voice was gone . Still as death sat all the people in the hut , and one ...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Volumul 2 Half hours Vizualizare completă - 1856 |
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affection appear arms atheists beautiful Berkshire Birks of Aberfeldy Bishop of Carlisle body called castle church death delight Doge of Venice doth Earl Earl of Northumberland earth Elwes emperor English father fear feel feet fire gave give Greek hand happiness hath heard heart heaven Henry Bolingbroke honour horses hour John Cullum kind king knew labour lady land lassie learned light lived London look Lord manner Marcham Marius Marquess of Montferrat mind morning nature neighbour never night noble o'er observed OWEN FELTHAM passed passion person pleasure poet Polybius poor praise religion rest rich round scene seemed self-love Sir Fret soon soul spirit stood sweet thee things thou thought tion told took trees truth uncle Toby walk whole word young
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Pagina 259 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Pagina 496 - s not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it Enter Musicians. Come, ho ! and wake Diana with a hymn : With sweetest touches pierce your mistress* ear And draw her home with music.
Pagina 166 - Till the dappled Dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine: While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of Darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before: Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbring Morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill...
Pagina 258 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Pagina 259 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing *," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, * Pope's Windsor Forest. In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Pagina 238 - Join voices, all ye living souls : ye birds, That, singing, up to heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings, and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Pagina 237 - Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Pagina 167 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the Landscape round it measures, Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest : Meadows trim with Daisies pied, Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide. Towers, and Battlements it sees Bosom' d high in tufted Trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Pagina 257 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door. Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; Wi' heart-struck, anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak ; Weel pleas'd the mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Pagina 255 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...