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... beautiful , hav- ing in her hands a wax candle burning , CHRONOLOGY . 1639. A manuscript entitled " Com- mentaries of the Civil Wars , from 1638 to 1648 , " written by Sir Henry Slingsby , bart . a royalist , intimates the struggle ...
... beautiful , hav- ing in her hands a wax candle burning , CHRONOLOGY . 1639. A manuscript entitled " Com- mentaries of the Civil Wars , from 1638 to 1648 , " written by Sir Henry Slingsby , bart . a royalist , intimates the struggle ...
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... beautiful , and learned Jane , intent On knowledge , found it peace ; her vast acquirement Of goodness was her fall ; she was content With dulcet pleasures , such as calm retirement Yields to the wise alone ; -her only vice Was virtue ...
... beautiful , and learned Jane , intent On knowledge , found it peace ; her vast acquirement Of goodness was her fall ; she was content With dulcet pleasures , such as calm retirement Yields to the wise alone ; -her only vice Was virtue ...
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... beautiful lady that is behind the counter ! young one ! 10th Boy . Which ? Countryman . Why the 10th Boy . What her ? oh , she's the pastrycook's daughter , and the other's her mother . Countryman . No , no ; not her ; I mean her ...
... beautiful lady that is behind the counter ! young one ! 10th Boy . Which ? Countryman . Why the 10th Boy . What her ? oh , she's the pastrycook's daughter , and the other's her mother . Countryman . No , no ; not her ; I mean her ...
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... beautiful . Of an amazing breadth , and with colours vivid beyond description , I know not whether most to admire this aerial phenomenon , when , suspended in the western sky , one end of the bow sinks behind the island of Boffin ...
... beautiful . Of an amazing breadth , and with colours vivid beyond description , I know not whether most to admire this aerial phenomenon , when , suspended in the western sky , one end of the bow sinks behind the island of Boffin ...
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... beautiful quotation from Cowley , in proof that the emperor Dioclesian preferred his garden to a throne : Methinks I see great Dioclesian walk In the Salonian garden's noble shade , Which by his own imperial hands was made I see him ...
... beautiful quotation from Cowley , in proof that the emperor Dioclesian preferred his garden to a throne : Methinks I see great Dioclesian walk In the Salonian garden's noble shade , Which by his own imperial hands was made I see him ...
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The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., Том 1 William Hone Повний перегляд - 1837 |
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Сторінка 627 - 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 : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
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Сторінка 713 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
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Сторінка 527 - Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
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