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... body , that can't cure myself , and should starve but for pity , " said Margery . " However , may be , once or so in a quarter there comes some wilful body like Jock , with a tied - up face , and makes a witch of me , whether or no ...
... body , that can't cure myself , and should starve but for pity , " said Margery . " However , may be , once or so in a quarter there comes some wilful body like Jock , with a tied - up face , and makes a witch of me , whether or no ...
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... body as well as soul , and that's what I call a good parson . " " A good puritan , ' said Dame Wattle . ' I have heard of his sayings and doings , and trust me , he'll go with your parliament men , your down - church men : you'll never ...
... body as well as soul , and that's what I call a good parson . " " A good puritan , ' said Dame Wattle . ' I have heard of his sayings and doings , and trust me , he'll go with your parliament men , your down - church men : you'll never ...
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... body , Mar- gery , had escaped the persecution of yesterday , there was good ground for fearing that it would be soon and more cruelly repeated , if she con- tinued to dwell in her lonely and exposed hovel ; and Cuthbert had found a ...
... body , Mar- gery , had escaped the persecution of yesterday , there was good ground for fearing that it would be soon and more cruelly repeated , if she con- tinued to dwell in her lonely and exposed hovel ; and Cuthbert had found a ...
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... body that would listen . There are merry men and merry hearts enough in old England for the lasses to choose from , without giving ear to such as he . " " Well , they give him kind words at the Hall , -and they say he's always more for ...
... body that would listen . There are merry men and merry hearts enough in old England for the lasses to choose from , without giving ear to such as he . " " Well , they give him kind words at the Hall , -and they say he's always more for ...
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... body and his mind . Juxon was among , but above , sportsmen . He had a wealthy rectory , and lived hospitably with his equals , and charitably towards the poor . In the discharge of his parochial duties , he was sensible and serious ...
... body and his mind . Juxon was among , but above , sportsmen . He had a wealthy rectory , and lived hospitably with his equals , and charitably towards the poor . In the discharge of his parochial duties , he was sensible and serious ...
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The Broken Font, by the Author of 'Tales of the Wars of Our Times'. Joseph Moyle Sherer Prévia não disponível - 2012 |
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arms Arthur Axbridge blessed Blount bosom chamber CHAP Cheddar cheek church commission of array countenance cousin Cuth Cuthbert Noble Daws dear duty eyes faith father fear feeling felt Francis Heywood gave gentle George Juxon grave hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hope horse hour innocent songs Jane Lambert Katharine Heywood King King's lady look Lord Margery Martin Martin Noble Master Cuthbert Master Juxon May-pole Mendip Hill ment Milverton mind minister Mistress Alice Mistress Katharine morning musketeers never night Oliver Heywood Parliament party passed peace person Peter pikemen poor prayer Puritan racter Roundheads seat silent Sir Charles Lambert Sir Oliver soldier solemn soon sorrow spirit stood strange suffer sweet sword tears tell thee thing thought tone took train bands trouble true turned uttered village voice walked Warwickshire words young youth
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Página 34 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Página 295 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Página 281 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Página 135 - It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.
Página 150 - He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. ' He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen As wear babies all. ' He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould, ' He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water With which we were christened.
Página 197 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Página 203 - Even as a nurse whose child's imperfect pace Can hardly lead his foot from place to place, Leaves her fond kissing, sets him down to go, Nor does uphold him for a step or two : But when she finds that he begins to fall, She holds him up, and kisses him withal ; — So God from man sometimes withdraws his hand Awhile, to teach his infant faith to stand, But when he sees his feeble strength begin To fail, he gently takes him up again.
Página 172 - The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day; So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May ! THE HELSTONE FURRY-DAY SONG.
Página 51 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss'; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better : tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Página 34 - With His heavenly dew so sweet. The heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain, And if a man be not too far gone, He may return again. The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower, We are here to-day and gone to-morrow, And we are dead in an hour.