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... lived on pulse and herbs , though when old he admitted the use of a little oil . He preached , ex- plained mysteries , controverted with here- tics , and built monasteries . Butler con- cludes by relating , that after his death , a ...
... lived on pulse and herbs , though when old he admitted the use of a little oil . He preached , ex- plained mysteries , controverted with here- tics , and built monasteries . Butler con- cludes by relating , that after his death , a ...
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... lived more than twenty years after this , and never had the smallest return of his old complaint . " This is a fact worth remembering , as connected with chronical complaints . CHRONOLOGY . On the 2d of January , A. D. 17 , Ovid the ...
... lived more than twenty years after this , and never had the smallest return of his old complaint . " This is a fact worth remembering , as connected with chronical complaints . CHRONOLOGY . On the 2d of January , A. D. 17 , Ovid the ...
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... lived three years ; on a third of twenty- two cubits high ten years ; and on a fourth of forty cubits , or sixty feet high , which the people built for him , he spent the last twenty years of his life . This occasioned him to be called ...
... lived three years ; on a third of twenty- two cubits high ten years ; and on a fourth of forty cubits , or sixty feet high , which the people built for him , he spent the last twenty years of his life . This occasioned him to be called ...
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... lived , therefore , a hundred and eighty- five years . At the time when the Turks took Temeswar from the Christians , he was employed in keeping his father's cattle . A few days before his death he had walked , with the help of a stick ...
... lived , therefore , a hundred and eighty- five years . At the time when the Turks took Temeswar from the Christians , he was employed in keeping his father's cattle . A few days before his death he had walked , with the help of a stick ...
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... lived as an elderly woman , servant to Mr. years with Mrs. Golding , from whom two years , having previously lived four she went into Mrs. Pain's service ; and Richard Fowler and Sarah , his wife , as an honest , industrious , and sober ...
... lived as an elderly woman , servant to Mr. years with Mrs. Golding , from whom two years , having previously lived four she went into Mrs. Pain's service ; and Richard Fowler and Sarah , his wife , as an honest , industrious , and sober ...
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Сторінка 797 - 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 137 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 715 - ... 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, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Сторінка 715 - 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.
Сторінка 797 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Сторінка 97 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Сторінка 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Сторінка 389 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Сторінка 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Сторінка 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.