The history and antiquities of All saints church, Sudbury, and of the parish generallyHatchard and Son, 1852 - 80 páginas |
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Abbat Abbey acres aforesaid aged aisle Alban's ancient anno Anno Domini arch argent Ballingdon bells Brundon buried Burkitt Chancel Chapel Charles Badham chevron Christian Church churchyard Clare county of Suffolk Cressener daughter of Sir died Drury Earl Ecclesiæ ejusdem England engrailed erected Esquire Essex Felton fess friars garden granted Gregory gules Hall hamlet Hawkedon heirs hole tythe inscription interred Johannes Kedington King Knight land Little Henny living Lord manor married minister Monastery monuments Navestock nobis Norfolk Omnium Sanctorum parish Pentlow persons Peter Gifford poor præs present Priory quod Rector registers reign of Edward religious Richard Robert Roger roods Saints shillings Sir John Sir Thomas Sir William Smallbridge solidos stone successors Sudbury Suffolk tithes tomb town twenty unto Vicar vicarage Waldegrave Waldegrave family wife William Gifford William the Conqueror William Waldegrave
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Página 113 - And we beseech you, brethren, to know them which labour among you, and are over you in the Lord, and admonish you ; and to esteem them very highly in love for their work's sake.
Página 112 - Do ye not know that they which minister about holy things live of the things of the temple ? and they which wait at the altar are partakers with the altar ? Even so hath the Lord ordained that they which preach the Gospel should live of the Gospel.
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Página 73 - The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion: chiefly when Their piercing tones fall sudden on the ear Of the contemplant, solitary man, Whom thoughts abstruse or high have chanced to lure Forth from the walks of men, revolving oft, And oft again, hard matter, which eludes And baffles his pursuit — thought-sick and tired Of controversy, where no end appears, No clue to his research,...
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