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... feet stuck to the earth like immovable stones , until by repentance they were loosed and went their way . St. Fulgentius , according to Butler , died on the 1st of January , 533 , sometimes went barefoot , never undressed to take rest ...
... feet stuck to the earth like immovable stones , until by repentance they were loosed and went their way . St. Fulgentius , according to Butler , died on the 1st of January , 533 , sometimes went barefoot , never undressed to take rest ...
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... favour . No. 4982 , in the Catalogue for 1824 , of Mr. Rodd , of Great Newport - street , is a roll of vellum , ten feet long , containing the new year's gifts from king James I. to the persons THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 . 8.
... favour . No. 4982 , in the Catalogue for 1824 , of Mr. Rodd , of Great Newport - street , is a roll of vellum , ten feet long , containing the new year's gifts from king James I. to the persons THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 . 8.
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... feet distance from each other , on round standards three or four feet high , firmly fixed in the ground , will afford boys the means of actively exerting their limbs and muscles and if the ends of a pole be let into opposite walls or ...
... feet distance from each other , on round standards three or four feet high , firmly fixed in the ground , will afford boys the means of actively exerting their limbs and muscles and if the ends of a pole be let into opposite walls or ...
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... feet high , which the people built for him , he spent the last twenty years of his life . This occasioned him to be called stylites , from the Greek word stylos , a pillar . This pillar did not exceed three feet in diame- ter at the top ...
... feet high , which the people built for him , he spent the last twenty years of his life . This occasioned him to be called stylites , from the Greek word stylos , a pillar . This pillar did not exceed three feet in diame- ter at the top ...
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... feet on the floor . Then went candle- sticks and other brasses : scarce any thing remaining in its place . After this the glasses and china were put down on the floor for fear of undergoing the same fate . A glass tumbler that was put ...
... feet on the floor . Then went candle- sticks and other brasses : scarce any thing remaining in its place . After this the glasses and china were put down on the floor for fear of undergoing the same fate . A glass tumbler that was put ...
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Сторінка 805 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Сторінка 1063 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Сторінка 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Сторінка 719 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
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Сторінка 1217 - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
Сторінка 805 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Сторінка 605 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Сторінка 1219 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
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