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... strong Scotch strain in the Stuart line of royalty will explain , in a certain degree , how ready so clannish a people as the Scotch were to join in- surrection in favor of the exiled Stuarts ; a readi- ness you will surely remember if ...
... strong Scotch strain in the Stuart line of royalty will explain , in a certain degree , how ready so clannish a people as the Scotch were to join in- surrection in favor of the exiled Stuarts ; a readi- ness you will surely remember if ...
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... strong at court that there is no hope , for he has brought no gold ; and yielding to friendly entreaties he makes a final effort at escape . He does outwit his immediate guards and takes to a little wherry that bears him down the Thames ...
... strong at court that there is no hope , for he has brought no gold ; and yielding to friendly entreaties he makes a final effort at escape . He does outwit his immediate guards and takes to a little wherry that bears him down the Thames ...
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... strong and robust and learned to be called a mere sycophant . The more I read of the liter * Speeches of Gratulation on King's Entertainment . ary history of those days the more impressed I am 26 LANDS , LETTERS , & KINGS . BEN JONSON ...
... strong and robust and learned to be called a mere sycophant . The more I read of the liter * Speeches of Gratulation on King's Entertainment . ary history of those days the more impressed I am 26 LANDS , LETTERS , & KINGS . BEN JONSON ...
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... strong sense , and the whole capped and booted with prologue and epilogue where poetic graces shine through proudest averments of indifference of scorn of applause of audacious self - suffi- ciency . - ― It was some fifteen years after ...
... strong sense , and the whole capped and booted with prologue and epilogue where poetic graces shine through proudest averments of indifference of scorn of applause of audacious self - suffi- ciency . - ― It was some fifteen years after ...
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... strong poet ; was something proud of his Scotch lairdship ; lived in a beautiful home seated upon a crag that lifts above the beautiful valley of Eskdale ; its picturesque ir- regularities of tower and turret are still very charm- ing ...
... strong poet ; was something proud of his Scotch lairdship ; lived in a beautiful home seated upon a crag that lifts above the beautiful valley of Eskdale ; its picturesque ir- regularities of tower and turret are still very charm- ing ...
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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!