Burford Papers: Being Letters of Samuel Crisp to His Sister at Burford; and Other Studies of a Century (1745-1845)A. Constable & Company, Limited, 1905 - 335 pagina's |
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Burford Papers: Being Letters of Samuel Crisp to His Sister at Burford; and ... William Holden Hutton Volledige weergave - 1905 |
Burford Papers: Being Letters of Samuel Crisp to His Sister at Burford; and ... William Holden Hutton Volledige weergave - 1905 |
Burford Papers: Being Letters of Samuel Crisp to His Sister at Burford; and ... William Holden Hutton Volledige weergave - 1905 |
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Pagina 287 - Ah! no, a Shepherd of a different stock, And far unlike him, feeds this little flock; A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task, As much as God or Man can fairly ask; The rest he gives to loves and labours light, To Fields the morning and to Feasts the night; None better...
Pagina 100 - Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit, Si bleu, si calme ! Un arbre, par-dessus le toit, Berce sa palme. La cloche, dans le ciel qu'on voit, Doucement tinte. Un oiseau sur l'arbre qu'on voit Chante sa plainte. Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, la vie est là, Simple et tranquille. Cette paisible rumeur-là Vient de la ville.
Pagina 287 - The holy stranger to these dismal walls ; And doth not he, the pious man, appear, He, "passing rich with forty pounds a year?
Pagina 276 - And while it shall please thee to continue me in this world, where much is to be done, and little to be known...
Pagina 263 - I casually took a volume of what is called, " A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy." Sentimental ! what is that ? It is not English : he might as well say, Continental. It is not sense. It conveys no determinate idea ; yet one fool makes many. And this nonsensical word (who would believe it?) is become a fashionable one ! However, the book agrees full well with the title ; for one is as queer as the other.
Pagina 185 - Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Pagina 277 - Campbell is a good man, a pious man. I am afraid he has not been in the inside of a church for many years * ; but he never passes a church without pulling off his hat. This shows that he has good principles.
Pagina 110 - If I was surprised to find him there, I was still more astonished when he acquainted me with the motives which had induced him to hazard a journey to England at this juncture. The impatience of his friends who were in exile had formed a scheme which was impracticable ; but...
Pagina 258 - HERE LIETH THE BODY OF JOHN WESLEY, A BRAND PLUCKED OUT OF THE BURNING; "WHO DIED OF A CONSUMPTION IN THE FIFTY-FIRST YEAR OF HIS AGE. NOT LEAVING, AFTER HIS DEBTS ARE PAID, TEN POUNDS BEHIND HIM! PRAYING, God be merciful to me an unprofitable servant! He ordered that this, if any, inscription should be placed on his tombstone.
Pagina 302 - A diner-out, a wit, and a popular preacher, I was suddenly caught up by the Archbishop of York, and transported to my living in Yorkshire, where there had not been a resident clergyman for a hundred and fifty years. Fresh from London, not knowing a turnip from a carrot, I was compelled to farm three hundred acres, and without capital to build a parsonage-house. " I asked and obtained three years...