Christ's Hospital: Recollections of Lamb, Coleridge, and Leigh HuntReginald Brimley Johnson G. Allen, 1896 - 274 стор. |
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... sort and manner they would have these poor provided for . " First to take out of the streets all the fatherless children and other poor men's children that were not able to keep them , and to bring them to the late dissolved house of ...
... sort and manner they would have these poor provided for . " First to take out of the streets all the fatherless children and other poor men's children that were not able to keep them , and to bring them to the late dissolved house of ...
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... less . . All preachers , ministers , churchwardens , and sidesmen , with three or four of the better sort of every parish , were set to draw on the rest of their parishioners to a frank benevolence and OF THE ERECTION xiii.
... less . . All preachers , ministers , churchwardens , and sidesmen , with three or four of the better sort of every parish , were set to draw on the rest of their parishioners to a frank benevolence and OF THE ERECTION xiii.
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... sort ever be- coming very general . There is an old quality in human nature which will perpetually pre- sent an adequate preventive to this evil . While the coarse blue coat and the yellow hose shall continue to be the costume of the ...
... sort ever be- coming very general . There is an old quality in human nature which will perpetually pre- sent an adequate preventive to this evil . While the coarse blue coat and the yellow hose shall continue to be the costume of the ...
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... sort of education which they themselves , not without cost to their parents , have received , may without cost send their sons ? For such Christ's Hospital unfolds her bounty . To comfort the desponding parent with the thought that ...
... sort of education which they themselves , not without cost to their parents , have received , may without cost send their sons ? For such Christ's Hospital unfolds her bounty . To comfort the desponding parent with the thought that ...
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... sort of laity to him . All this proceeds , I have no doubt , from the continual consciousness which he carries about him of the difference of his dress from that of the rest of the world ; with a modest jealousy over himself , lest , by ...
... sort of laity to him . All this proceeds , I have no doubt , from the continual consciousness which he carries about him of the difference of his dress from that of the rest of the world ; with a modest jealousy over himself , lest , by ...
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Сторінка 76 - Lute, harp, and lyre, muse, muses, and inspirations, Pegasus, Parnassus, and Hippocrene, were all an abomination to him. In fancy I can almost hear him now exclaiming, " Harp ? Harp ? Lyre ? Pen and ink, boy, you mean ! Muse, boy, muse ? Your nurse's daughter, you mean ! Pierian spring ? Oh aye ! the cloister-pump, I suppose ! " Nay, certain introductions, similes, and examples, were placed by name on a list of interdiction.
Сторінка 62 - English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 70 - Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant" slumbers peacefully. 'Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange And extreme silentness.
Сторінка 86 - ... so tender, and yet so manly, so natural and real, and yet so dignified and harmonious, as the sonnets, &c.
Сторінка 73 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Сторінка 62 - Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances.
Сторінка 154 - Ramothgilead to battle, or shall I forbear? And they said, Go up; for the LORD shall deliver it into the hand of the king.
Сторінка 50 - Wouldst thou like, reader, to see what became of him in the next degree ? The culprit who had been a third time an offender, and whose expulsion was at this time deemed irreversible, was brought forth, as at some solemn auto da fi, arrayed in uncouth and most appalling attire — all trace of his late
Сторінка 70 - FROST AT MIDNIGHT The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud— and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits 6 Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully.
Сторінка 85 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost...