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... Leaving the forementioned suburbs ( Durham ) , a small ascent , passing between the gallows and Crokehill . ' ' You pass ... leave Frampton , Wilberton , and Sherbeck , all on the right , and by a gibbet on the left , over a stone bridge ...
... Leaving the forementioned suburbs ( Durham ) , a small ascent , passing between the gallows and Crokehill . ' ' You pass ... leave Frampton , Wilberton , and Sherbeck , all on the right , and by a gibbet on the left , over a stone bridge ...
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... leave their first husbands , and go and live with other men as their wives ? pish , pshaw ! ' Viola , in Plain Dealer , makes an appointment to meet a friend , but unexpectedly meets her hus- band , who comes in from a journey ; kisses ...
... leave their first husbands , and go and live with other men as their wives ? pish , pshaw ! ' Viola , in Plain Dealer , makes an appointment to meet a friend , but unexpectedly meets her hus- band , who comes in from a journey ; kisses ...
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... leave me alone with such a dirty dowdy ? Sea - calf ! I an't calf enough to lick your chalked face , you cheese - curd you . ' The sweet and handsome man is Tattle , who instructs her , and finds her an apt scholar : ' You must let me ...
... leave me alone with such a dirty dowdy ? Sea - calf ! I an't calf enough to lick your chalked face , you cheese - curd you . ' The sweet and handsome man is Tattle , who instructs her , and finds her an apt scholar : ' You must let me ...
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... leave thee ! my faithful solitude , my darling contemplation , must I bid you then adieu ? Ay - h adieu ; my morning thoughts , agreeable wakings , indolent slum- bers , all ye douceurs , ye sommeils du matin , adieu ?; I can't do ' t ...
... leave thee ! my faithful solitude , my darling contemplation , must I bid you then adieu ? Ay - h adieu ; my morning thoughts , agreeable wakings , indolent slum- bers , all ye douceurs , ye sommeils du matin , adieu ?; I can't do ' t ...
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... leave . And lastly , wherever I am , you shall always knock at the door before you come in . These articles subscribed , if I continue to endure you a little longer , I may by degrees dwindle into a wife . ' This is the carnival of ...
... leave . And lastly , wherever I am , you shall always knock at the door before you come in . These articles subscribed , if I continue to endure you a little longer , I may by degrees dwindle into a wife . ' This is the carnival of ...
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Development of English Literature and Language, Volume 2 Alfred Hix Welsh Visualização completa - 1883 |
Development of English Literature and Language, Volume 2 Alfred Hix Welsh Visualização completa - 1882 |
Development of English Literature and Language, Volume 2 Alfred Hix Welsh Visualização completa - 1883 |
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Página 174 - Is not a patron, My Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help?
Página 117 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Página 213 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 385 - Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings,— yet the dead are there...
Página 12 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she...
Página 213 - Sweet was the sound when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There as I passed with careless steps and slow The mingling notes came softened from below. The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung, The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, — These all in sweet confusion sought...
Página 292 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 393 - BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes ; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace : From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy ! Prince thou art, — the grown-up man Only is republican.
Página 489 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
Página 214 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.