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... church . He was scarcely twenty years old when he began to write a history of the English wars in France , chiefly compiled from another chronicler . This history he brings down to the battle of Poitiers in 1356 ; after which period his ...
... church . He was scarcely twenty years old when he began to write a history of the English wars in France , chiefly compiled from another chronicler . This history he brings down to the battle of Poitiers in 1356 ; after which period his ...
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... church , not for devotion , but to shew Your pomp , you were tickled when the beggars cried . Heaven save your honour ! this idolatry Paid to a painted room . And when you lay In childbed , at the christening of this minx , I well ...
... church , not for devotion , but to shew Your pomp , you were tickled when the beggars cried . Heaven save your honour ! this idolatry Paid to a painted room . And when you lay In childbed , at the christening of this minx , I well ...
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... church immediately after sermon , some people of St. James's parish passed by , and told me the enemy had entered the town . With difficulty could I persuade myself that this was any thing more than a false alarm ; but the news un ...
... church immediately after sermon , some people of St. James's parish passed by , and told me the enemy had entered the town . With difficulty could I persuade myself that this was any thing more than a false alarm ; but the news un ...
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... church of St. Catherine , met an officer of distinction on horseback . This generous person soon discovered us , and seeing me covered with blood , said to the person who conducted us , " Fellow - soldier , fellow - soldier , take care ...
... church of St. Catherine , met an officer of distinction on horseback . This generous person soon discovered us , and seeing me covered with blood , said to the person who conducted us , " Fellow - soldier , fellow - soldier , take care ...
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... church , and called my friend often by name ; but it was all in vain , no one answered , and we never heard mention of him from that period . Some moments after our colonel returned , and asked if any person had offered us the least ...
... church , and called my friend often by name ; but it was all in vain , no one answered , and we never heard mention of him from that period . Some moments after our colonel returned , and asked if any person had offered us the least ...
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Стр. 160 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Стр. 160 - Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning « Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Стр. 137 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Стр. 5 - Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Стр. 157 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Стр. 13 - At his first settling with me, I made him a present of all the good sermons which have been printed in English, and only begged of him that every Sunday he would pronounce one of them in the pulpit. Accordingly he has digested them into such a series, that they follow one another naturally, and make a continued system of practical divinity.
Стр. 91 - I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Стр. 12 - He is now in his fifty-sixth year, cheerful, gay, and hearty; keeps a good house both in town and country; a great lover of mankind; but there is such a mirthful cast in his behaviour, that he is rather beloved than esteemed. His tenants grow rich, his servants look satisfied, all the young women profess love to him, and the young men are glad of his company.
Стр. 157 - Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring : it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim, Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth, and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, " Most musical, most melancholy " bird ! * A melancholy bird ! Oh...
Стр. 193 - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.