The Social History of Great Britain During the Reigns of the Stuarts, Beginning with the Seventeenth Century, Том 2William H. Colyer, 1844 |
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... miles . “ This man was a comic actor , of high reputation ; he usually played the clown , and was greatly applauded for his buffoonery , his extemporal wit , and his performance of the jig . " Printed by the Camden Society , edited by ...
... miles . “ This man was a comic actor , of high reputation ; he usually played the clown , and was greatly applauded for his buffoonery , his extemporal wit , and his performance of the jig . " Printed by the Camden Society , edited by ...
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... miles , who has been kissed ever since his appearance among us . This indiscriminate kissing , arising from a cold formality , must , I should think , have been rather nauseating as well as tiresome . But when the brilliant eyes and the ...
... miles , who has been kissed ever since his appearance among us . This indiscriminate kissing , arising from a cold formality , must , I should think , have been rather nauseating as well as tiresome . But when the brilliant eyes and the ...
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... miles in diameter , and take an exact account of all the time spent by each individual , above the age of ten , ( that is the age they begin at , ) in talking during the game season of one year , about the game and about sporting ...
... miles in diameter , and take an exact account of all the time spent by each individual , above the age of ten , ( that is the age they begin at , ) in talking during the game season of one year , about the game and about sporting ...
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... miles round London ; and the following is a very good song for him to sing , after the fatigues of the day . THE HUNTER'S SONG . * " The wood - cule in the forest , has just began to sing , The hare is in the mead , and the rooks are on ...
... miles round London ; and the following is a very good song for him to sing , after the fatigues of the day . THE HUNTER'S SONG . * " The wood - cule in the forest , has just began to sing , The hare is in the mead , and the rooks are on ...
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... continue seventy miles . - See Nimrod's " Sporting Tour . " In the year 1608 a survey of the timber in the New Forest , in Hampshire It greatly promotes health and early rising . We may 58 THE SOCIAL HISTORY OF GREAT BRITAIN .
... continue seventy miles . - See Nimrod's " Sporting Tour . " In the year 1608 a survey of the timber in the New Forest , in Hampshire It greatly promotes health and early rising . We may 58 THE SOCIAL HISTORY OF GREAT BRITAIN .
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Сторінка 284 - ... a custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black stinking fume thereof, nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit that is bottomless.
Сторінка 254 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Сторінка 116 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Сторінка 99 - And the feast of harvest, the firstfruits of thy labours, which thou hast sown in the field: and the feast of ingathering, which is in the end of the year, when thou hast gathered in thy labours out of the field.
Сторінка 78 - An idler is a watch that wants both hands, As useless if it goes as when it stands.
Сторінка 105 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 115 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Сторінка 9 - Then being asked where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine!
Сторінка 319 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Сторінка 318 - 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.