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... Fathers ; whose volumes I confess not to open without a secret reverence of their holiness and gravity ; sometimes to those later doctors , which want nothing but age to make them classical ; always to God's Book . That day is lost ...
... Fathers ; whose volumes I confess not to open without a secret reverence of their holiness and gravity ; sometimes to those later doctors , which want nothing but age to make them classical ; always to God's Book . That day is lost ...
Σελίδα 13
... father . On a time he desired to go into Navarre to see his mother , and his uncle the King of Navarre ; which was in an evil hour for him and for all this country . When he was come into Navarre , he had there good cheer , and tarried ...
... father . On a time he desired to go into Navarre to see his mother , and his uncle the King of Navarre ; which was in an evil hour for him and for all this country . When he was come into Navarre , he had there good cheer , and tarried ...
Σελίδα 14
... father should love again your mother , to that intent ye shall take a little of this powder and put it on some meat that your father may eat it ; but beware that no man see you . And as soon as he hath eaten it , he shall intend to ...
... father should love again your mother , to that intent ye shall take a little of this powder and put it on some meat that your father may eat it ; but beware that no man see you . And as soon as he hath eaten it , he shall intend to ...
Σελίδα 17
... father , and also was feeble of fasting , and the point of the knife a little entered into a vein of his throat , and so he fell down sud- denly and died . The count was scarcely in his chamber , but the keeper of the child came to him ...
... father , and also was feeble of fasting , and the point of the knife a little entered into a vein of his throat , and so he fell down sud- denly and died . The count was scarcely in his chamber , but the keeper of the child came to him ...
Σελίδα 23
... father was An honest country farmer , goodman Humble , By his neighbours ne'er call'd master . Did your pride Descend from him ? but let that pass : your fortune , Or rather your husband's industry , advanced you To the rank of a ...
... father was An honest country farmer , goodman Humble , By his neighbours ne'er call'd master . Did your pride Descend from him ? but let that pass : your fortune , Or rather your husband's industry , advanced you To the rank of a ...
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Σελίδα 573 - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Σελίδα 395 - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Σελίδα 244 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Σελίδα 61 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
Σελίδα 227 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
Σελίδα 394 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Σελίδα 240 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Σελίδα 380 - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
Σελίδα 46 - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
Σελίδα 61 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!