The County [afterw.] Country miscellany, ed. by H. BurgessHenry Burgess (of Luton) 1836 |
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... thy kind heart forgotten be ; Of all that decks the field or bower , Thou art the sweetest , fairest flower . Youth's morn has fled , old age come on , But sin distracts my soul alone ; Beloved Saviour , let not me In thy kind heart ...
... thy kind heart forgotten be ; Of all that decks the field or bower , Thou art the sweetest , fairest flower . Youth's morn has fled , old age come on , But sin distracts my soul alone ; Beloved Saviour , let not me In thy kind heart ...
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... Thou art a very ass ; thou art mad ; thou art courageous ; nay , thou art impudent : by my troth I think he be mad , he careth for nobody .. M. Sir , I take exception against swearing judges ; I praise God I am not mad , but sorry to ...
... Thou art a very ass ; thou art mad ; thou art courageous ; nay , thou art impudent : by my troth I think he be mad , he careth for nobody .. M. Sir , I take exception against swearing judges ; I praise God I am not mad , but sorry to ...
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... Thou shalt dispose of our livings orderly . M. It is more than you can do yourselves . If living be the default , they are to blame which have too much ; whatever is the cause , the church feeleth the smart . B. Thou art an overthwart ...
... Thou shalt dispose of our livings orderly . M. It is more than you can do yourselves . If living be the default , they are to blame which have too much ; whatever is the cause , the church feeleth the smart . B. Thou art an overthwart ...
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... Thou art bound for a far distant shore ; Thy bark will ride over the ocean's proud swell , And its waters around thee will roar ! Yet the love of thy kindred and friends Shall greet thee , wherever thou art ; For wide as the region of ...
... Thou art bound for a far distant shore ; Thy bark will ride over the ocean's proud swell , And its waters around thee will roar ! Yet the love of thy kindred and friends Shall greet thee , wherever thou art ; For wide as the region of ...
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... art still inurned , Thou art but partly dead . O could some angel now disclose Thy spot of lonely rest ! What hand might break thy long repose Or rend thy swathing vest ? While Copts with pompous art enshrined , To curious eyes are ...
... art still inurned , Thou art but partly dead . O could some angel now disclose Thy spot of lonely rest ! What hand might break thy long repose Or rend thy swathing vest ? While Copts with pompous art enshrined , To curious eyes are ...
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Página 146 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 14 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 84 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Página 218 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Página 88 - Touching musical harmony, whether by instrument or by voice, it being but of high and low in sounds a due proportionable disposition, such notwithstanding is the force thereof, and so pleasing effects it hath in that very part of man which is most divine, that some have been thereby induced to think that the soul itself by nature is, or hath in it harmony...
Página 263 - tis like a camel, indeed. HAMLET. Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS. It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET. Or like a whale? POLONIUS. Very like a whale.
Página 130 - The first tabernacle to Hope we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which insures it fulfilled ; And the third to the LAMB of the great sacrifice, Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies.
Página 149 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Página 89 - So that although we lay altogether aside the consideration of ditty or matter, the very harmony of sounds being framed in due sort and carried from the ear to the spiritual faculties of our souls, is by a native puissance and efficacy greatly available to bring to a perfect temper whatsoever is there troubled, apt as well to quicken the spirits as to allay that which is too eager, sovereign against melancholy and despair, forcible to draw forth tears of devotion if the mind be such as can yield them,...
Página 150 - And flowering weeds and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...