The Outlaw, 第 1 巻R. Bentley, 1835 |
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... happy a nature , that it was impossible to look upon him without feeling he was one of those blessed beings who drink the draught of life , and drain it to the very dregs , without tasting enough of its bitterness to discompose the ...
... happy a nature , that it was impossible to look upon him without feeling he was one of those blessed beings who drink the draught of life , and drain it to the very dregs , without tasting enough of its bitterness to discompose the ...
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... happy as that of unborn babes , who have never breathed the bad air of a bad world ! " 66 " Enough , enough , dear nurse , " interrupted Rosalind , who saw that Alice was working herself into a fit of agitation not easily subdued ...
... happy as that of unborn babes , who have never breathed the bad air of a bad world ! " 66 " Enough , enough , dear nurse , " interrupted Rosalind , who saw that Alice was working herself into a fit of agitation not easily subdued ...
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... happy hours ! Let me kneel , and then you must tell me why I have not before known the day of my nativity . " " Wait , wait ! " exclaimed the woman , unclasping her hands , and extending the long skinny fingers of her right hand in an ...
... happy hours ! Let me kneel , and then you must tell me why I have not before known the day of my nativity . " " Wait , wait ! " exclaimed the woman , unclasping her hands , and extending the long skinny fingers of her right hand in an ...
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... happy life await you here ? You are now all we have upon earth to love . It is a fearful thing to hear the gather- ing storm , and to feel that our only one may be exposed to its violence . You have never been with us except during the ...
... happy life await you here ? You are now all we have upon earth to love . It is a fearful thing to hear the gather- ing storm , and to feel that our only one may be exposed to its violence . You have never been with us except during the ...
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... happy- hearted though he was ; a smile elongated his mouth , and lent a brightness to his gray and sunken eyes , of which every other feature of his jovial and rubicund countenance partook . Nothing of austerity was there about the good ...
... happy- hearted though he was ; a smile elongated his mouth , and lent a brightness to his gray and sunken eyes , of which every other feature of his jovial and rubicund countenance partook . Nothing of austerity was there about the good ...
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150 ページ - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
68 ページ - Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have...
68 ページ - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare ; Both foot and hand go cold ; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.
11 ページ - GARDEN How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their incessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of Repose.
148 ページ - God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories « No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
39 ページ - The world had never taken so full note Of what thou art, hadst thou not been undone, And only thy affliction hath begot More fame than thy best fortunes could have done ; For ever by adversity are wrought The greatest works of admiration ; And all the fair examples of renown Out of distress and misery are grown.
209 ページ - Our fault is, we are apt to be mighty hot upon speculative errors, and break all bounds in our resentments ; but we let practical ones pass without remark, if not without repentance : as if a mistake about an obscure proposition of faith were a greater evil than the breach of an undoubted precept. Such a religion the devils themselves are not without ; for they have both faith and knowledge: but their faith doth not work by love, nor their knowledge by obedie"nce.
68 ページ - And Tib, my wife, that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she till ye may see The tears run down her cheek : Then doth she trowl to me the bowl Even as a maltworm should, And saith, " Sweetheart, I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old.
11 ページ - How vainly men themselves amaze, To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their incessant labours see Crowned from some single herb, or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close, To weave the garlands of Repose ! Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but...
147 ページ - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...