An Old Shropshire Oak, Volume 4K. Paul, Trench, & Company, 1891 - Great Britain |
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... heard applied to the worst of times by dear old Bishop Butler . Still the fact is not to be denied , and Walpole himself could not rate the venality of those in office even too low , who declared in their factious spirit , themselves ...
... heard applied to the worst of times by dear old Bishop Butler . Still the fact is not to be denied , and Walpole himself could not rate the venality of those in office even too low , who declared in their factious spirit , themselves ...
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... heard under the branches of the Old Oak , which , as in after years and till the present century , was a sort of trysting - place for travellers . Indeed , my Talking Friend reported that he had often seen father and son trudging up the ...
... heard under the branches of the Old Oak , which , as in after years and till the present century , was a sort of trysting - place for travellers . Indeed , my Talking Friend reported that he had often seen father and son trudging up the ...
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... heard people speaking of ' THE GREAT COMMONER ' of those days . It is hardly necessary to say that this was the great William Pitt , afterwards Earl of Chatham , who was worth more to the nation than the great diamond which his ...
... heard people speaking of ' THE GREAT COMMONER ' of those days . It is hardly necessary to say that this was the great William Pitt , afterwards Earl of Chatham , who was worth more to the nation than the great diamond which his ...
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... heard booming in every marsh between Meole and the Stiperstones by night - this fine bird has become so rare as scarcely ever to be seen or heard of - rare as the old chough in Cornwall , ' only to be found , ' Mr. L'Estrange says ...
... heard booming in every marsh between Meole and the Stiperstones by night - this fine bird has become so rare as scarcely ever to be seen or heard of - rare as the old chough in Cornwall , ' only to be found , ' Mr. L'Estrange says ...
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... heard two or three notes , a low plaintive sort of squeak , uttered by a bird on the wing , the sight of which I did not catch , but it was evidently disturbed . My Talking Friend at once said it was the dor - hawk , fern - owl , or ...
... heard two or three notes , a low plaintive sort of squeak , uttered by a bird on the wing , the sight of which I did not catch , but it was evidently disturbed . My Talking Friend at once said it was the dor - hawk , fern - owl , or ...
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Page 3 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 400 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Page 35 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Page 433 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim: Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Page 406 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 244 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.
Page 82 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Page 74 - 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...
Page 433 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The MOON takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening Earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the STARS that round her burn. And all the PLANETS in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 367 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.