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Seite 376 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Seite 280 - And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar ? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. Arise, lift up the lad, and hold him in thine hand; for I will make him a great nation.
Seite 14 - He shall have chariots easier than air. Which I will have invented; and thyself That art the messenger shall ride before him, On a horse cut out of an entire diamond, That shall be made to go with golden wheels, I know not how yet.
Seite 186 - But here my heart began to bleed ; and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait. He was sitting upon the ground, upon a little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed...
Seite 261 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Seite 279 - And he will be a wild man ; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him ; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.
Seite 457 - Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, And she shall have music wherever she goes.
Seite 401 - A drop of patience : but, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at ! Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Seite 69 - Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love ! " Does she not come, like wisdom, or good fortune, " Replete with blessings, giving wealth and honour?
Seite 100 - Salisbury on the other, and thus the duke brought the king from Flint to Chester, where he was delivered to the duke of Gloucester's sonne, and to the earle of Arundel's sonne, that loved him but a little, for he had put their fathers to death, who led him strait to the castle*.