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Сторінка 265 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Сторінка 249 - And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar...
Сторінка 144 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
Сторінка 131 - Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That cost thy life, my gallant grey !
Сторінка 129 - LORD hardened the heart of Pharaoh king of Egypt, and he pursued after the children of Israel: and the children of Israel went out with an high hand. But the Egyptians pursued after them, all the horses and chariots of Pharaoh, and his horsemen, and his army, and overtook them encamping by the sea, beside Pi-hahiroth, before Baal-zephon.
Сторінка 129 - And a chariot came up and went out of Egypt for six hundred shekels of silver, and an horse for an hundred and fifty. And so for all the kings of the Hittites, and for the kings of Syria, did they bring them out by their means.
Сторінка 261 - What gars ye rin sae still ? ' Till said to Tweed, ' Though ye rin wi' speed, And I rin slaw, Yet, where ye drown ae man, I drown twa.
Сторінка 347 - The vigorous hounds pursue, with every breath Inhale the grateful steam, quick pleasures sting Their tingling nerves, while they their thanks repay, And in triumphant melody confess The titillating joy. Thus on the air Depend the hunter's hopes.
Сторінка 133 - When we consider that all coachmen, grooms, jockeys, " et hoc genus omne," stop, have stopped, and will stop at inns until time or ale is no more, no surprise need be excited at their thinking what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander...
Сторінка 364 - Beholding all, yet of them unespyde. There' he did see that pleased much his sight, That even he...

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