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... honour , some thirty years since , to at- tend on your highness , in your infancy , when you had the same infirmity where- with now the prince , your very own son is troubled ; and then the lady Cary , ( afterwards countess of Monmouth ) ...
... honour , some thirty years since , to at- tend on your highness , in your infancy , when you had the same infirmity where- with now the prince , your very own son is troubled ; and then the lady Cary , ( afterwards countess of Monmouth ) ...
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... their addresses to their rural deities emptied , on every invocation , a cup in honour of them . " 66 So also Brand tells us that , in Here- PASTRYCOOK & CONFECTIONER , TWELFTH - DAY . Such are THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 5 . 142.
... their addresses to their rural deities emptied , on every invocation , a cup in honour of them . " 66 So also Brand tells us that , in Here- PASTRYCOOK & CONFECTIONER , TWELFTH - DAY . Such are THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 5 . 142.
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... honour distant authorities , by the dis- tinctions of civil society . A diploma of honorary member of the Society of Frank- fort was presented to the Pacha , at the divan ( or council . ) The Pacha , who can neither read nor write ...
... honour distant authorities , by the dis- tinctions of civil society . A diploma of honorary member of the Society of Frank- fort was presented to the Pacha , at the divan ( or council . ) The Pacha , who can neither read nor write ...
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... honour of St. Anthony's power of curing pigs , " they used in several places to tie a bell about the neck of a pig , and maintain it at the common charge of the parish , " from whence came our English proverb of " Tantony pig , " or t ...
... honour of St. Anthony's power of curing pigs , " they used in several places to tie a bell about the neck of a pig , and maintain it at the common charge of the parish , " from whence came our English proverb of " Tantony pig , " or t ...
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... honours . All fall prostrate , as he passes up the church to a small choir and throne , tem- porarily erected ... honour and run- ning footmen , while English gentlemen and ladies mob and scramble , and crowd and bribe , and fight ...
... honours . All fall prostrate , as he passes up the church to a small choir and throne , tem- porarily erected ... honour and run- ning footmen , while English gentlemen and ladies mob and scramble , and crowd and bribe , and fight ...
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Seite 797 - 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...
Seite 137 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 715 - ... 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, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Seite 715 - 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.
Seite 797 - 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...
Seite 97 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Seite 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Seite 389 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Seite 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.