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... in the thorn , A ' day they fare but sparely ; And lang's the night frae e'en to morn , I'm sure it's winter fairly . Up in the morning , & c . - BURNS . ( 7 ) 264. - HOGARTH . CHARLES LAMB . 6 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
... in the thorn , A ' day they fare but sparely ; And lang's the night frae e'en to morn , I'm sure it's winter fairly . Up in the morning , & c . - BURNS . ( 7 ) 264. - HOGARTH . CHARLES LAMB . 6 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
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... night congregations , upon which account they are there scornfully called Catebrosa et lucifugax natio , an " obscure and skulking generation ; " and the very first thing that Celsus objects to is , that the Christians had private and ...
... night congregations , upon which account they are there scornfully called Catebrosa et lucifugax natio , an " obscure and skulking generation ; " and the very first thing that Celsus objects to is , that the Christians had private and ...
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... night's post . His name is always at the head of our county subscriptions . " If the people of St. Dennis had been angry before , they were well- uigh mad when they heard of this conversation . The whole parish ran to the manor - house ...
... night's post . His name is always at the head of our county subscriptions . " If the people of St. Dennis had been angry before , they were well- uigh mad when they heard of this conversation . The whole parish ran to the manor - house ...
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... night , open his window and cry “ fire , ” till - the parish was roused , and the engines sent for . The pulpit of ... nights with his friend Harry the Scotch pedlar . His supporters called him Sweet William ; his enemies the Bottomless ...
... night , open his window and cry “ fire , ” till - the parish was roused , and the engines sent for . The pulpit of ... nights with his friend Harry the Scotch pedlar . His supporters called him Sweet William ; his enemies the Bottomless ...
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... night , and sets out to place himself at their head for resistance . The rest of the party remain a few days longer in considerable perplexity . M. Thomasin , having become suspected on account of his frequent resort to them , had been ...
... night , and sets out to place himself at their head for resistance . The rest of the party remain a few days longer in considerable perplexity . M. Thomasin , having become suspected on account of his frequent resort to them , had been ...
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Сторінка 236 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Сторінка 577 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Сторінка 389 - The Sea The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Сторінка 546 - CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 352 - I went by the field of the slothful, and by the vineyard of the man void of understanding ; and, lo, it was all grown over with thorns, and nettles had covered the face thereof, and the stone wall thereof was broken down.
Сторінка 574 - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Сторінка 104 - MUMMY (AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION) Horace Smith And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Сторінка 349 - Such seemed this man, not all alive nor dead, Nor all asleep, in his extreme old age : His body was bent double, feet and head Coming together...
Сторінка 453 - Rumour can ope the grave. Acquaintance I would have, but when "t depends Not on the number, but the choice, of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturb'd as death, the night.
Сторінка 554 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...