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... hath come to my knowledge by the accident of a child's artless utterance . It may be that it was only a word lightly dropped by you- a passing levity — a lapsus of the tongue , not of the judgment such an indiscretion as I may pass over ...
... hath come to my knowledge by the accident of a child's artless utterance . It may be that it was only a word lightly dropped by you- a passing levity — a lapsus of the tongue , not of the judgment such an indiscretion as I may pass over ...
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... hath church or state a better parson or better subject than he ? therefore , I would for his sake , as for thine own , entreat thee mildly . Youth is warm and tender , and wanting a far sight to the great end of punishment - the axe ...
... hath church or state a better parson or better subject than he ? therefore , I would for his sake , as for thine own , entreat thee mildly . Youth is warm and tender , and wanting a far sight to the great end of punishment - the axe ...
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... hath it , in his Spanish tragedy . " Cuthbert said nothing ; but having a recol- lection of the passage from which Sir Oliver had quoted , thought he might have found a more com- fortable sanction and a much better authority . 66 But ...
... hath it , in his Spanish tragedy . " Cuthbert said nothing ; but having a recol- lection of the passage from which Sir Oliver had quoted , thought he might have found a more com- fortable sanction and a much better authority . 66 But ...
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... hath a familiar , always about her in the shape of a brown mouse ; for I have seen it crawling about her neck , and playing and feed- ing in her hand . " Here there was a mixed utterance of triumph and horror in the crowd , and Sir ...
... hath a familiar , always about her in the shape of a brown mouse ; for I have seen it crawling about her neck , and playing and feed- ing in her hand . " Here there was a mixed utterance of triumph and horror in the crowd , and Sir ...
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... hath not a pride in some- thing ? " Master , " said Peter , putting down his rake as the parson came up the walk , " I have won a silver groat on your words this day . " " How so ? what dost thou mean , Peter ? " 66 Why , last market ...
... hath not a pride in some- thing ? " Master , " said Peter , putting down his rake as the parson came up the walk , " I have won a silver groat on your words this day . " " How so ? what dost thou mean , Peter ? " 66 Why , last market ...
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Page 34 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 295 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 281 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 135 - It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones.
Page 150 - He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. ' He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen As wear babies all. ' He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould, ' He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water With which we were christened.
Page 197 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Page 203 - Even as a nurse whose child's imperfect pace Can hardly lead his foot from place to place, Leaves her fond kissing, sets him down to go, Nor does uphold him for a step or two : But when she finds that he begins to fall, She holds him up, and kisses him withal ; — So God from man sometimes withdraws his hand Awhile, to teach his infant faith to stand, But when he sees his feeble strength begin To fail, he gently takes him up again.
Page 172 - The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day; So God bless you all, both great and small, And send you a joyful May ! THE HELSTONE FURRY-DAY SONG.
Page 51 - Tut, tut ! good enough to toss'; food for powder, food for powder ; they'll fill a pit, as well as better : tush, man, mortal men, mortal men.
Page 34 - With His heavenly dew so sweet. The heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain, And if a man be not too far gone, He may return again. The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower, We are here to-day and gone to-morrow, And we are dead in an hour.