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... Remember me , 190 Reflections , 15 Song , 125 Song of the haymakers , 93 Speak no ill , 46 • The bard's lament , 125 The bow in the cloud , 158 The broken ring , 111 The lost ship , 77 The pangs of memory , 141 The setting sun , 126 The ...
... Remember me , 190 Reflections , 15 Song , 125 Song of the haymakers , 93 Speak no ill , 46 • The bard's lament , 125 The bow in the cloud , 158 The broken ring , 111 The lost ship , 77 The pangs of memory , 141 The setting sun , 126 The ...
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... Remember me in health and bloom , And joy elate ; Ere yet disease had mark'd my doom , Or set the signet of the tomb , In changeless fate . Call up the break of morning gay , When sleep just fled ; When mother came to hear us pray , And ...
... Remember me in health and bloom , And joy elate ; Ere yet disease had mark'd my doom , Or set the signet of the tomb , In changeless fate . Call up the break of morning gay , When sleep just fled ; When mother came to hear us pray , And ...
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... remember'd voice , A ray of comfort chas'd habitual fear , Our Henry lives , we may again rejoice , And Lucy sweetly blush'd , for she was there . EXTRACT FROM LORD BROUGHAM'S SPEECH ON THE BEER BILL . PLAYFORD'S SOHAM MAGAZINE . 29.
... remember'd voice , A ray of comfort chas'd habitual fear , Our Henry lives , we may again rejoice , And Lucy sweetly blush'd , for she was there . EXTRACT FROM LORD BROUGHAM'S SPEECH ON THE BEER BILL . PLAYFORD'S SOHAM MAGAZINE . 29.
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... remember what our Chronicles note in Richard the first his time , how sharpe a scarcitie there was by the space of three or foure yeares . What a Sommer that was in Edward the third his time , called the deer Sommer . In Richard the ...
... remember what our Chronicles note in Richard the first his time , how sharpe a scarcitie there was by the space of three or foure yeares . What a Sommer that was in Edward the third his time , called the deer Sommer . In Richard the ...
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... Remember me . " How sad our lot To lose him in his manhood's pride . I would not bear again that woe , For all the wealth the earth e'er gave , But brother let us once more go And visit our dear Father's grave . Liverpool . PARAPHRASE ...
... Remember me . " How sad our lot To lose him in his manhood's pride . I would not bear again that woe , For all the wealth the earth e'er gave , But brother let us once more go And visit our dear Father's grave . Liverpool . PARAPHRASE ...
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Página 146 - door, and no man can shut it; for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name.— Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world,
Página 177 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long ; And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Página 146 - Unto the Angel of the CHURCH OF THE LAODICEANS write,— I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.
Página 67 - Come, my Corinna, come, and coming mark How each field turns a street, each street a park, Made green and trimmed with trees ; see how Devotion gives each house a bough, Or branch ; each porch, each door, ere this, An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorne, neatly interwove.
Página 174 - Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt: Or else the ways being foul, twenty to one, He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown. ' Twas such a shifter, that, if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; the
Página 141 - pleasant to grow better ; because that is to excel ourselves: it is pleasant even to mortify and subdue our lusts; because that is victory: it is pleasant to command our appetites and passions, and to keep them in due order, within the bounds of reason and religion ; because this is empire.
Página 82 - in his nostrils, in his fore teeth and grinders: in his lips, in his throat, in his shoulders, in his wrists, in his arms, in his fingers. May he be damned in his mouth, in his breast, and in all his inward parts, down to his very stomach! May he be cursed in his veins,
Página 97 - That such monuments, and such actions and observances be instituted, and do commence from the time that the matter of fact was done. The first two rules make it impossible for any such matter of fact to be imposed upon men, at the time when such matter of fact was said to be done, because every man's
Página 157 - But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart, In prison I saw him next, condemn'd To meet a traitor's doom at morn ; The tide of lying tongues I stemm'd, And honour'd him, "midst shame and
Página 157 - humbly for relief, That I eould never answer, " Nay": I had not power to ask his name, Whither he went, or whence he came, Yet was there something in his eye, That won my love, I knew not why.