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... father , Samuel Harris , was an East India merchant , and had married a daughter of Dr. Coxe , physician to Queen Mary . This mar- riage probably led to Daniel Radford's settling at Newington Green , as his daughter Mary's marriage was ...
... father , Samuel Harris , was an East India merchant , and had married a daughter of Dr. Coxe , physician to Queen Mary . This mar- riage probably led to Daniel Radford's settling at Newington Green , as his daughter Mary's marriage was ...
Page xii
... father one night , after reading the Bible to his family , closed the book and explained to his children the cause ... father's family in the old Presby- terian Meeting House on Newington Green , where Dr. Joseph Towers preached in the ...
... father one night , after reading the Bible to his family , closed the book and explained to his children the cause ... father's family in the old Presby- terian Meeting House on Newington Green , where Dr. Joseph Towers preached in the ...
Page xiii
... father's near Stourbridge , and his father's on Newington Green , most likely together supplied him with the scenery that his Poem on the " Pleasures of Memory " opens with . The house at the LIFE OF SAMUEL ROGERS . xiii.
... father's near Stourbridge , and his father's on Newington Green , most likely together supplied him with the scenery that his Poem on the " Pleasures of Memory " opens with . The house at the LIFE OF SAMUEL ROGERS . xiii.
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... father's death , may have been " Yon old mansion frowning thro ' the trees ; " and have given him " The garden's desert paths , " and " That hall where once , in antiquated state , The chair of justice held the grave debate . " On the ...
... father's death , may have been " Yon old mansion frowning thro ' the trees ; " and have given him " The garden's desert paths , " and " That hall where once , in antiquated state , The chair of justice held the grave debate . " On the ...
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... father , and preached at the Meeting House on the Green . But his father wished for him in his business , and took him as a clerk to Cornhill with his brother Thomas . Samuel's health at this time was not good ; he was troubled with ...
... father , and preached at the Meeting House on the Green . But his father wished for him in his business , and took him as a clerk to Cornhill with his brother Thomas . Samuel's health at this time was not good ; he was troubled with ...
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Page 299 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco.
Page 298 - He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half open, and her finger up, As though she said,
Page 174 - With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Page 130 - Her by her smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
Page 282 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own'.
Page 136 - THEN before All they stand, — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters, • — there to be a light, Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing...
Page 156 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised : thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Page 299 - Orsini lived ; and long was to be seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.
Page 158 - I wis all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas, good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 81 - Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west To golden climes and islands of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there...