Visits to Remarkable Places: Old Halls, Battle Fields, and Scenes Illustrative of Striking Passages in English History and Poetry

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Carey and Hart, 1842
 

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Сторінка 70 - His preaching much, but more his practice wrought ; (A living sermon of the truths he taught ;) For this by rules severe his life he squared : That all might see the doctrine which they heard.
Сторінка 74 - He bore his great commission in his look, But sweetly tempered awe, and softened all he spoke. He preached the joys of heaven, and pains of hell, And warned the sinner with becoming zeal; But on eternal mercy loved to dwell.
Сторінка 216 - For seven miles east, and seven miles west, And seven miles north and south, No blade of grass or corn could grow, So venomous was her mouth. The milk of seven stately cows, (It was costly her to keep), Was brought her daily, which she drank Before she went to sleep.
Сторінка 465 - Visits to Remarkable Places : Old Halls, Battle-Fields, and Scenes illustrative of Striking Passages in English History and Poetry. By WILLIAM HOWITT. 2 vols. square crown 8vo. with Wood Engravings, 25s. The Rural Life of England.
Сторінка 186 - Scots despoil our fields, And ravage all our farms. " Their halls and castles, once so fair, Now moulder in decay ; Proud strangers now usurp their lands, And bear their wealth away.
Сторінка 424 - They roll'd him up in a sheet of lead, A sheet of lead for a funeral pall; They plunged him in the cauldron red, And melted him, lead, and bones, and all.
Сторінка 71 - His Saviour came not with a gaudy show; Nor was his kingdom of the world below. Patience in want, and poverty of mind, These marks of Church and Churchmen he design'd, And living taught, and dying left behind. The crown he wore was of the pointed thorn: In purple he was crucified, not born. They who contend for place and high degree, Are not his sons, but those of Zebedee.
Сторінка 191 - Father, you are an aged man ; Your head is white, your bearde is gray ; It were a shame at these your yeares For you to ryse in such a fray.
Сторінка 216 - We have no time now here to waste, Hence quickly let us sail : My only sister Margaret, Something, I fear, doth ail.

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