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... death in 1788 , when he had medals struck , bearing on their face his head , with HENRICUS NONUS ANGLIÆ REX ; ' on the reverse , a city , with GRATIA DEI , SED NON Vo- JUNTATE HOMINUM ' if we are not these medals . " From one in the ...
... death in 1788 , when he had medals struck , bearing on their face his head , with HENRICUS NONUS ANGLIÆ REX ; ' on the reverse , a city , with GRATIA DEI , SED NON Vo- JUNTATE HOMINUM ' if we are not these medals . " From one in the ...
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... death he had walked , with the help of a stick , to the post - house at Kofrosch , to ask charity trom the travellers . His eyes were much inflamed , but he still enjoyed a little sight . His hair and beard were of a greenish , white ...
... death he had walked , with the help of a stick , to the post - house at Kofrosch , to ask charity trom the travellers . His eyes were much inflamed , but he still enjoyed a little sight . His hair and beard were of a greenish , white ...
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... death . " Mr. B chuckled mightily over his recollections ; he was fond of a practical joke , and enjoyed the tricks of Ann Robinson with all his heart . By bis acuteness , curiosity , and love of drollery , he drew from her the entire ...
... death . " Mr. B chuckled mightily over his recollections ; he was fond of a practical joke , and enjoyed the tricks of Ann Robinson with all his heart . By bis acuteness , curiosity , and love of drollery , he drew from her the entire ...
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... death , and is undone , for there is not anther in the land can do as he can do , Bath done ; for he can make a cripple gn , the coward fight , and a soldier neither hunger nor cold . I beseech you , gen- tezea , let him live , or else ...
... death , and is undone , for there is not anther in the land can do as he can do , Bath done ; for he can make a cripple gn , the coward fight , and a soldier neither hunger nor cold . I beseech you , gen- tezea , let him live , or else ...
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... death , left his books and MSS . to the national library there . Enu- meration of his many useful labours would occupy several of these pages . His indus- try was amazing . His correspondence was extensive ; his communications to ...
... death , left his books and MSS . to the national library there . Enu- meration of his many useful labours would occupy several of these pages . His indus- try was amazing . His correspondence was extensive ; his communications to ...
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Сторінка 360 - 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 403 - 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 700 - This story shall the good man teach his son, And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ;. We few, we happy few. we band of brothers : For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother...
Сторінка 403 - 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 403 - The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills...
Сторінка 16 - I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways, which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Сторінка 70 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV "Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 821 - We do it wrong, being so majestical, To offer it the show of violence ; For it is, as the air, invulnerable, And our vain blows malicious mockery.
Сторінка 821 - And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning.
Сторінка 609 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odour assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced. What could it proceed from ? — not from the burnt cottage — he had smelt that smell before — indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young fire-braud.