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Pagina 324
... land . It cannot be denied that England has fairly outgrown her chief difficulties since the Peace ; that she is no longer the spent and disordered commu- nity the war left her . Not that she was not then a prodigious power , but it was ...
... land . It cannot be denied that England has fairly outgrown her chief difficulties since the Peace ; that she is no longer the spent and disordered commu- nity the war left her . Not that she was not then a prodigious power , but it was ...
Pagina 326
... land , it never having received the sanction of the royal autho- rity . For this failure of legal validity various reasons have been assigned , among others that the nation , especially the great men of it , could not endure ...
... land , it never having received the sanction of the royal autho- rity . For this failure of legal validity various reasons have been assigned , among others that the nation , especially the great men of it , could not endure ...
Pagina 327
... land than could have been effected by the most zealous denunciations of a Protestant clergy . By their fruits ye shall know them , ' and Mary's five years ' persecution was a terrific appeal to the experience of the nation . No ...
... land than could have been effected by the most zealous denunciations of a Protestant clergy . By their fruits ye shall know them , ' and Mary's five years ' persecution was a terrific appeal to the experience of the nation . No ...
Pagina 333
... land , if ye list to sit at rest ; except ye would keep them for trying your patience as Socrates did his wife . ' He afterwards declared to the English bishops- I will tell you : I have lived among this sort of men ( Puritans and ...
... land , if ye list to sit at rest ; except ye would keep them for trying your patience as Socrates did his wife . ' He afterwards declared to the English bishops- I will tell you : I have lived among this sort of men ( Puritans and ...
Pagina 336
... Land's End to John - o ' - Groat's , was overshadowed with the deadly nightshade of Calvinism . Thug- gism would be a more suitable name ; for it is only in the san- guinary delusions of the assassins of the East , who pervert horrid ...
... Land's End to John - o ' - Groat's , was overshadowed with the deadly nightshade of Calvinism . Thug- gism would be a more suitable name ; for it is only in the san- guinary delusions of the assassins of the East , who pervert horrid ...
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Pagina 125 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Pagina 126 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Pagina 398 - And Samson called unto the Lord, and said, O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O God, that I may be at once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes.
Pagina 502 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Pagina 126 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Pagina 398 - And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might; and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein. So the dead which he slew at his death were more than they which he slew in his life.
Pagina 398 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Pagina 550 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Pagina 635 - No more — no more — oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee, Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew?