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... Lady Margaret Bell- enden , in Old Mortality , tells over and over of the morning when his most gracious majesty Charles II . partook of his disjune at Tillietudlem Castle . But we have nothing to do with so late affairs now , and I ...
... Lady Margaret Bell- enden , in Old Mortality , tells over and over of the morning when his most gracious majesty Charles II . partook of his disjune at Tillietudlem Castle . But we have nothing to do with so late affairs now , and I ...
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... Lady Raleigh sold her estate , as well as their beloved country home of Sherborne ( in Dorset ) to vest in the new enterprise . But the fates were against it : winds blew the ships astray ; tempests beat upon them ; mutinies threatened ...
... Lady Raleigh sold her estate , as well as their beloved country home of Sherborne ( in Dorset ) to vest in the new enterprise . But the fates were against it : winds blew the ships astray ; tempests beat upon them ; mutinies threatened ...
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... lady , who was daughter and heiress of that enormously rich mer- chant , Sir John Spencer , who was Lord Mayor of London ; and who , in Elizabeth's time ( as well as James ' ) , lived in Crosby Hall , still standing in the thick of ...
... lady , who was daughter and heiress of that enormously rich mer- chant , Sir John Spencer , who was Lord Mayor of London ; and who , in Elizabeth's time ( as well as James ' ) , lived in Crosby Hall , still standing in the thick of ...
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... Lady with a great Estate : Also , when I ride , a hunting or a hawking , I would have them attend : so , for either of those said women there must be a horse . - " Also , I would have 6 or 8 gentlemen ; I will have my two coaches - one ...
... Lady with a great Estate : Also , when I ride , a hunting or a hawking , I would have them attend : so , for either of those said women there must be a horse . - " Also , I would have 6 or 8 gentlemen ; I will have my two coaches - one ...
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... lady . After an hour or two of this , they , being tired , began to flag ; " whereat- says the chaplain — “ the choleric King James got impatient and shouted out from his box , ' Why don't they dance ? What did you make me come here for ...
... lady . After an hour or two of this , they , being tired , began to flag ; " whereat- says the chaplain — “ the choleric King James got impatient and shouted out from his box , ' Why don't they dance ? What did you make me come here for ...
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Page 150 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 299 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 242 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Page 116 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 53 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto GOD Who gave it.
Page 75 - For there his smell with others being mingled, The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt, Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled With much ado the cold fault cleanly out ; Then do they spend their mouths : Echo replies, As if another chase were in the skies.
Page 38 - Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts, Into a thousand parts divide one man, And make imaginary puissance. Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i...
Page 138 - The old man told him that he worshipped the fire only, and acknowledged no other God ; at which answer Abraham grew so zealously angry, that he thrust the old man out of his tent, and exposed him to all the evils of the night and an unguarded condition. When the old man was gone, God called to...
Page 159 - Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom, in some grove nigh; As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why. Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
Page 71 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!