The Poems of George Huddesford, M.A., Late Fellow of New College, Oxford: Now First Collected. Including Salmagundi, Topsy-turvy, Bubble and Squeak, and Crambe Repetita, Volumes 1-2
J. Wright, 1801
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Page 26 - And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.
Page 77 - ... fratresque tendentes opaco Pelion imposuisse Olympo. sed quid Typhoeus et validus Mimas, aut quid minaci Porphyrion statu, quid Rhoetus evulsisque truncis 55 Enceladus iaculator audax contra sonantem Palladis aegida possent ruentes?
Page 21 - And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might, and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein.
Page 9 - But what is bred in the bone will never be out of the flesh, (as Lord M.
Page 17 - As dwarfs upon knights-errant do : It was a serviceable dudgeon, Either for fighting or for drudging : When it had stabb'd or broke a head, It would scrape trenchers, or chip bread ; Toast cheese or bacon, though it were To bait a mousetrap, 'twould not care...
Page 75 - To you it is commanded, O people, nations, and languages, That at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of music, ye fall down and worship the golden image that Nebuchadnezzar the king hath set up: And whoso falleth not down and worshippeth shall the same hour be cast into the midst of a burning fiery furnace.
Page 112 - Thou charm'st us with thy soft and solemn hymn From battlement, or barn, or haystack trim ; And now not seldom tunest, as if for hire. Thy thrilling pipe to me, waiting to catch The pittance due to thy well-warbled song ; Sweet bird ! sing on : for oft near lonely hatch. Like thee, myself have...
Page 91 - And he said unto them, Is a candle brought to be put under a bushel, or under a bed?