Tewin-water, or The story of lady Cathcart; a suppl. to the 'History of Enfield.'

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Página 65 - And some of the meaner sort of his parish did so love and reverence Mr. Herbert, that they would let their plough rest when Mr. Herbert's Saint's-bell rung to prayers, that they might also offer their devotions to God with him ; and . would then return back to their plough.
Página 8 - We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers and vats, but the potentiality of growing rich, beyond the dreams of avarice'.
Página 10 - Twas on the day, when Thorold rich and grave, Like Cimon, triumph'd both on land and wave: (Pomps without guilt, of bloodless swords and maces, Glad chains, warm furs, broad banners, and broad faces) Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived, in Settle's numbers, one day more.
Página 11 - Lord Mayor of the city of London ; containing a true description of the several pageants, with the speeches spoken on each pageant. All set forth at the proper costs and charges of the worshipful company of Grocers, together with an exact relation of the most splendid entertainments prepared for the reception of their sacred Majesties.
Página 30 - In Cumnor Hall so lone and drear, Full many a piercing scream was heard, And many a cry of mortal fear. The death-bell thrice was heard to ring; An aerial voice was heard to call, And thrice the raven flapped its wing Around the towers of Cumnor Hall.
Página 30 - Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In Cumnor Hall so lone and drear ; And many a heartfelt sigh she heaved, And let fall many a bitter tear. And ere the dawn of day...
Página 30 - Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. " Leicester,"- she cried, " is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity? " No more thou com'st with lover's speed, Thy...
Página 27 - Whichurch, twenty miles ; the second day, to the Welsh Harp; the third, to Coventry; the fourth, to Northampton; the fifth, to Dunstable ; and, as a wondrous effort, on the last, to London before the commencement of night. The strain and labour of six good horses, sometimes eight, drew us through the sloughs of Mireden, and many other places. We were constantly out two hours before day, and as late at night ; and in the depth of winter proportionably later.
Página 30 - No lark more blithe, no flower more gay ; And like the bird that haunts the thorn, So merrily sung the livelong day. If that my beauty is but small. Among court ladies all despised, Why didst thou rend it from that hall, Where, scornful Earl, it well was prized...
Página 65 - Lord; but brought most of his parishioners and many gentlemen in the neighbourhood constantly to make a part of his congregation twice a day; and some of the meaner sort of his parish did so love and reverence Mr Herbert that they would let their plough rest when Mr Herbert's Saints...

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