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... bishop of Arras , that on the next Saturday towards morn- ing she would appear in the great church , and put into his hands a wax candle burning ; from whence drops of wax should fall into a vessel of water pre- pared by the bishop ...
... bishop of Arras , that on the next Saturday towards morn- ing she would appear in the great church , and put into his hands a wax candle burning ; from whence drops of wax should fall into a vessel of water pre- pared by the bishop ...
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... bishop , though of what nation or see is unknown , and that his name is in the English martyrology . Cressy says , that his body was buried at Tavistock , where , about 960 , Ordgar , count of Devonshire , father to Elfrida , the second ...
... bishop , though of what nation or see is unknown , and that his name is in the English martyrology . Cressy says , that his body was buried at Tavistock , where , about 960 , Ordgar , count of Devonshire , father to Elfrida , the second ...
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... bishop in France ; " then said the pope , " Thou art Hilary Gallus ( sig- nifying a cock ) and I am Leo , judge of ... bishop of Glasgow , with juris- diction in Wales , and , according to But- ler , " favoured with a wonderful gift of ...
... bishop in France ; " then said the pope , " Thou art Hilary Gallus ( sig- nifying a cock ) and I am Leo , judge of ... bishop of Glasgow , with juris- diction in Wales , and , according to But- ler , " favoured with a wonderful gift of ...
Page 101
... bishop Maximus , aged and frozen , lay for dead , whom Felix recovered by praying ; for , straight- way , he saw a bramble bear a bunch of grapes , with the juice whereof he re- covered the bishop , and taking him on his back carried ...
... bishop Maximus , aged and frozen , lay for dead , whom Felix recovered by praying ; for , straight- way , he saw a bramble bear a bunch of grapes , with the juice whereof he re- covered the bishop , and taking him on his back carried ...
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... Bishop Patrick , from the Salisbury missal and other Romish service - books , cites the supplications to St. Anthony for relief from this disease . Catholic writers affirm it to have been cured by the saint's relics dipped in wine ...
... Bishop Patrick , from the Salisbury missal and other Romish service - books , cites the supplications to St. Anthony for relief from this disease . Catholic writers affirm it to have been cured by the saint's relics dipped in wine ...
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Page 805 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 1063 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Page 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Page 719 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Page 805 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 1217 - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
Page 805 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Page 605 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 1219 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Page 31 - I must do it, as it were in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.