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EDWARD SOLLY . the cosmogony of Hesiod ; what Columbus judged Sutton ,
Surrey . of the astronomy and navigation ... In Damon and Pythias , by finer than
turtle to an alderman to have a sharp Richard Edwards ( Ancient British Drama , i
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EDWARD SOLLY . the cosmogony of Hesiod ; what Columbus judged Sutton ,
Surrey . of the astronomy and navigation ... In Damon and Pythias , by finer than
turtle to an alderman to have a sharp Richard Edwards ( Ancient British Drama , i
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The old Collect stood in 1549 as follows :“ God , which makest us glad with the
yerely remem At the funeral of Edward Stanley , fifth Earl of brance of the birth of
thy onely sonne Jesus Christ : Derby , who died in 1558 :graunt that as we
joyfully ...
The old Collect stood in 1549 as follows :“ God , which makest us glad with the
yerely remem At the funeral of Edward Stanley , fifth Earl of brance of the birth of
thy onely sonne Jesus Christ : Derby , who died in 1558 :graunt that as we
joyfully ...
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... sake of making it good eighteenth century | App . 173 , it is stated that she was
the third queen English . EDWARD PEACOCK . who had come to lay her bones
in Rome . The Bottesford Manor , Brigg . first was Catherine , the wife of Stephen
...
... sake of making it good eighteenth century | App . 173 , it is stated that she was
the third queen English . EDWARD PEACOCK . who had come to lay her bones
in Rome . The Bottesford Manor , Brigg . first was Catherine , the wife of Stephen
...
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more polite to speak of “ the Chevalier , ” or “ Prince Charles Edward , ” than to
use the commoner phrase SHAKSPEARIANA . with reference to those
personages . From some “ SKILL . ”members of this class whom I have met , I
learn “ I think ...
more polite to speak of “ the Chevalier , ” or “ Prince Charles Edward , ” than to
use the commoner phrase SHAKSPEARIANA . with reference to those
personages . From some “ SKILL . ”members of this class whom I have met , I
learn “ I think ...
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Robert Dove William Harding Christopher Edwards William Megges Thomas
Allen George Withens | VERSES WRITTEN BY THOMAS MOORE IN HIS Arthure
Dawbney Richard Morrice FOURTEENTH YEAR . Johñ Lambert Anthony
Walthall ...
Robert Dove William Harding Christopher Edwards William Megges Thomas
Allen George Withens | VERSES WRITTEN BY THOMAS MOORE IN HIS Arthure
Dawbney Richard Morrice FOURTEENTH YEAR . Johñ Lambert Anthony
Walthall ...
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Seite 423 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world...
Seite 183 - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Seite 261 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all.
Seite 240 - tis the soul of peace ; Of all the virtues 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breath'd.
Seite 262 - In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Seite 346 - To him the porter openeth, and the sheep hear his voice; and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out. And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth before them, and the sheep follow him; for they know his voice. And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him; for they know not the voice of strangers.
Seite 145 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Seite 262 - But be contented : when that fell arrest Without all bail shall carry me away, My life hath in this line some interest, Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. When thou reviewest this, thou dost review The very part was consecrate to thee : The earth can have but earth, which is his due ; My spirit is thine, the better part of me...
Seite 324 - So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; — in it, and in my rhyme.
Seite 226 - ... bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...