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... England ; that consid what guessing there is who could have sent ing he spent his life in travelling chiefly throu them ; for I ought to have stated that they are all Popish countries , this was a happiness he could ne sent anonymously ...
... England ; that consid what guessing there is who could have sent ing he spent his life in travelling chiefly throu them ; for I ought to have stated that they are all Popish countries , this was a happiness he could ne sent anonymously ...
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... England ; that consider- ing he spent his life in travelling chiefly through Popish countries , this was a happiness he could never spair of it , in the dangerous condition he was in , was reasonably promise himself ; and that his ...
... England ; that consider- ing he spent his life in travelling chiefly through Popish countries , this was a happiness he could never spair of it , in the dangerous condition he was in , was reasonably promise himself ; and that his ...
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... England , and stigmatised as a piece of disloyalty or wild fanaticism ( parti- cularly if it should take the form of saying that the terms of the Union have not been observed ) , although the persons who do so forget , or possibly have ...
... England , and stigmatised as a piece of disloyalty or wild fanaticism ( parti- cularly if it should take the form of saying that the terms of the Union have not been observed ) , although the persons who do so forget , or possibly have ...
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... England . J. S. WARDEN . " Cui bono " ( Vol . ix . , p . 76 . ) .— To assist your correspondent T. R. in arriving at a correct inter- pretation of the above phrase , I have the pleasure to send you an extract from a tale , entitled Thou ...
... England . J. S. WARDEN . " Cui bono " ( Vol . ix . , p . 76 . ) .— To assist your correspondent T. R. in arriving at a correct inter- pretation of the above phrase , I have the pleasure to send you an extract from a tale , entitled Thou ...
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... England , " and on the other " The Last Inn in England . " HENRY STEPHENS . Your correspondent G. W. THORNBURY says the Goat with the Golden Boots is from the Dutch " Goed in der Gooden Boote , " Mercury , or the done in the American ...
... England , " and on the other " The Last Inn in England . " HENRY STEPHENS . Your correspondent G. W. THORNBURY says the Goat with the Golden Boots is from the Dutch " Goed in der Gooden Boote , " Mercury , or the done in the American ...
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Page 273 - Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God, Thy mouth to it, thy actions to them both. Cowards tell lies, and those that fear the rod; The stormy working soul spits lies and froth. Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie. A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.
Page 293 - He spake of Judas Iscariot the son of Simon: for he it was that should 'betray him, being one of the twelve. . CHAPTER VII. A.FTER these things Jesus walked in Galilee: for he would not walk in Jewry, because the Jews sought to kill him. 2 Now the Jews' feast of tabernacles was at hand.
Page 273 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 234 - For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints whom all men grant To be the true church militant; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery; And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks...
Page 296 - There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies grow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow which none may buy Till 'Cherry-ripe
Page 286 - King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he calfd the tailor— lown. He was a wight of high renown, And thou art but of low degree : 'Tis pride that pulls the country down, Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
Page 299 - A plane rectilineal angle is the inclination of two straight lines to one another, which meet together, but are not in the same straight line.
Page 256 - ... thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Page 276 - If we say that we have no sin, We deceive ourselves, and there is no truth in us.
Page 136 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...