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... I have wended ( turned ) into Eng . lish Gospel's holy lore , After that little wit that me My Lord hath lent . 6. HENRY III . Proclamation in A. D. 1258 . ( From Marsh's Origin and History of the English Language , pp . 192 , 193. ) ...
... I have wended ( turned ) into Eng . lish Gospel's holy lore , After that little wit that me My Lord hath lent . 6. HENRY III . Proclamation in A. D. 1258 . ( From Marsh's Origin and History of the English Language , pp . 192 , 193. ) ...
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But when man turned to the works of his hands , he found all vanity and vexation of spirit , and experienced no rest . If , however , we labour in thy works , thou wilt make us to partake of thy vision and sabbath ; we , therefore ...
But when man turned to the works of his hands , he found all vanity and vexation of spirit , and experienced no rest . If , however , we labour in thy works , thou wilt make us to partake of thy vision and sabbath ; we , therefore ...
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... Beroaldus hath turned into Latine , Bebelius into verse , of Cymon and Iphigenia . This Cymon was a fool , a proper man of person , and the governor of Cyprus son , but a very ass ; insomuch that his father being ashamed of him ...
... Beroaldus hath turned into Latine , Bebelius into verse , of Cymon and Iphigenia . This Cymon was a fool , a proper man of person , and the governor of Cyprus son , but a very ass ; insomuch that his father being ashamed of him ...
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... and his big , manly voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all , That ends this strange , eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes ...
... and his big , manly voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all , That ends this strange , eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes ...
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By the help of what powers preached they Christ , and turned almost all nations from idols to God ? Took they unto themselves any honor out of princes ' palaces , who , after their stripes , amidst their chains in prison , sung praises ...
By the help of what powers preached they Christ , and turned almost all nations from idols to God ? Took they unto themselves any honor out of princes ' palaces , who , after their stripes , amidst their chains in prison , sung praises ...
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Page 110 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 8 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 106 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 89 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Page 116 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 111 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...