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What was the answer tell me what was the answer ? ” “ The following was the
answer I received : - ' I am watchman of the night , an ' t please your honour , and
made bold to come up stairs to inform the family of their street door being open ...
What was the answer tell me what was the answer ? ” “ The following was the
answer I received : - ' I am watchman of the night , an ' t please your honour , and
made bold to come up stairs to inform the family of their street door being open ...
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... summer sky : And moon and sun in answer said , “ Our days of light are
numbered . ” O God ! O Good beyond compare ! If thus Thy meaner works are fair
, If thus Thy beauties gild the span Of ruin ' d earth and sinful man , How glorious
must ...
... summer sky : And moon and sun in answer said , “ Our days of light are
numbered . ” O God ! O Good beyond compare ! If thus Thy meaner works are fair
, If thus Thy beauties gild the span Of ruin ' d earth and sinful man , How glorious
must ...
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COME my soul , thy suit prepare , Jesus loves to answer prayer ; He himself has
bid thee pray , Therefore will not say thee nay . Thou art coming to a King , Large
petitions with thee bring ; For His grace and pow ' r are such , None can ever ask
...
COME my soul , thy suit prepare , Jesus loves to answer prayer ; He himself has
bid thee pray , Therefore will not say thee nay . Thou art coming to a King , Large
petitions with thee bring ; For His grace and pow ' r are such , None can ever ask
...
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Remember all the dying pains , That my Redeemer felt , And let his blood wash
out my stains , And answer for my guilt . Watte . Asham ' d of Jesus ! can it be ? A
mortal man asham ' d of thee ! Of thee whom highest angels praise , Whose ...
Remember all the dying pains , That my Redeemer felt , And let his blood wash
out my stains , And answer for my guilt . Watte . Asham ' d of Jesus ! can it be ? A
mortal man asham ' d of thee ! Of thee whom highest angels praise , Whose ...
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PROFESSOR PORSON observing that he could pun upon any words , was told
that he could not pun on the three Latin Gerunds di , do , dum , when he gave the
following answer“ When Dido found Æneas would not come , She mourned in ...
PROFESSOR PORSON observing that he could pun upon any words , was told
that he could not pun on the three Latin Gerunds di , do , dum , when he gave the
following answer“ When Dido found Æneas would not come , She mourned in ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
affection answer appear bear beauty become believe better blessed called cause character Christian common considered conversation dear death duty earth expression eyes face fair Falstaff father fear feel follow give grace hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hope hour human Italy Johnson keep kind king known labour lady land leave less light live look Lord manner Master means mind nature never night observed once pass peace perhaps person pleasure poor present Prince reason received religion rest seems sense side sometimes soon soul sound speak spirit stand sweet talk tell thee things thou thought true truth turn walk whole young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 373 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 373 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Página 56 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 372 - With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Página 298 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Página 54 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or' the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 427 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Página 44 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 328 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Página 229 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | Scraps. [An anthology, ed.] by H. Jenkins |
| Editor | esq Henry Jenkins |
| Publicação | 1864 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 1 Ago 2006 |
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