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Página 47
... joining old Mrs. Blount , and the good vicar , in his snowy surplice , taking place at the head of it , immediately between the herb - strewers and the bridal party ; and now a gravity and silence succeeded , and in decency and order ...
... joining old Mrs. Blount , and the good vicar , in his snowy surplice , taking place at the head of it , immediately between the herb - strewers and the bridal party ; and now a gravity and silence succeeded , and in decency and order ...
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... join the King's forces in the north , had marched fast and far only to meet an early end , and to swell the loss and the discredit of the ridiculous expedition against the Scots . With Sir Charles Lambert for a son - in - law , he would ...
... join the King's forces in the north , had marched fast and far only to meet an early end , and to swell the loss and the discredit of the ridiculous expedition against the Scots . With Sir Charles Lambert for a son - in - law , he would ...
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... join him afterwards in the bowling green for their customary rubber . As he passed out of the hall , a serving man was coming in with Sir Oliver's pipe and tobacco- box ; and leaving the strange weed to perform its calming office ...
... join him afterwards in the bowling green for their customary rubber . As he passed out of the hall , a serving man was coming in with Sir Oliver's pipe and tobacco- box ; and leaving the strange weed to perform its calming office ...
Página 182
... joining in the rich performance of ) the best madrigals of the never surpassed composers of that day , and taking his part in most pleasant and tuneful exercises on the viol and the lute . The troublous aspect of the times had of late ...
... joining in the rich performance of ) the best madrigals of the never surpassed composers of that day , and taking his part in most pleasant and tuneful exercises on the viol and the lute . The troublous aspect of the times had of late ...
Página 193
... join that sacred band , which is to awaken a slumbering and captive people , and lead them forward to prepare the way for that monarchy of truth and universal love which is even now about to descend and bless mankind . The spear shall ...
... join that sacred band , which is to awaken a slumbering and captive people , and lead them forward to prepare the way for that monarchy of truth and universal love which is even now about to descend and bless mankind . The spear shall ...
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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.