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Pagina 3
... died about the sixth century . Bishop Patrick , in his " Reflexions upon the Devotions of the Roman Church , " 1674 , 8vo . cites of St. Mochua , that while walking and pray- ing , and seeing a company of lambs run- ning hastily to suck ...
... died about the sixth century . Bishop Patrick , in his " Reflexions upon the Devotions of the Roman Church , " 1674 , 8vo . cites of St. Mochua , that while walking and pray- ing , and seeing a company of lambs run- ning hastily to suck ...
Pagina 23
... died ; he was born at Sulmo on the 20th of March , forty - three years before the Christian era . His father designed him for the bar , and he became eminently eloquent , but every thing he wrote was expressed in poetical numbers ; and ...
... died ; he was born at Sulmo on the 20th of March , forty - three years before the Christian era . His father designed him for the bar , and he became eminently eloquent , but every thing he wrote was expressed in poetical numbers ; and ...
Pagina 31
... died , with them , a sacrifice To their ambition : her own mild desire Was rather to be happy than be great ; For though at their request she claimed the crown , That they , through her , might rise to rule the state , Yet , the bright ...
... died , with them , a sacrifice To their ambition : her own mild desire Was rather to be happy than be great ; For though at their request she claimed the crown , That they , through her , might rise to rule the state , Yet , the bright ...
Pagina 33
... Died in Edinburgh on the 4th day of January , MDCCCXV . The " right line " of the Stuart race ter- minated in the late cardinal York . He was the second son of " the Pretender , " and was born at Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ; where ...
... Died in Edinburgh on the 4th day of January , MDCCCXV . The " right line " of the Stuart race ter- minated in the late cardinal York . He was the second son of " the Pretender , " and was born at Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ; where ...
Pagina 37
... died bowing upon it , in the sixty - ninth of his age , after having lived upon pillars for six and thirty years . His corpse was carried to Antioch attended by the bishops and the whole country , and worked mi- racles on its way . So ...
... died bowing upon it , in the sixty - ninth of his age , after having lived upon pillars for six and thirty years . His corpse was carried to Antioch attended by the bishops and the whole country , and worked mi- racles on its way . So ...
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Pagina 805 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Pagina 1063 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Pagina 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. 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 Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Pagina 719 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Pagina 805 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pagina 1217 - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
Pagina 805 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Pagina 605 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 1219 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Pagina 31 - I must do it, as it were in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.