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Page 61
... lived an elderly woman , servant to Mr. years with Mrs. Golding , from whom two years , having previously lived four she went into Mrs. Pain's service ; and Richard Fowler and Sarah , his wife , as an honest , industrious , and sober ...
... lived an elderly woman , servant to Mr. years with Mrs. Golding , from whom two years , having previously lived four she went into Mrs. Pain's service ; and Richard Fowler and Sarah , his wife , as an honest , industrious , and sober ...
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... lived at that time listened patiently to the presumption , or without attributing the whole to witchcraft One lady , whom the editor of the Every- Day Book conversed with several times on the subject , firmly believed in the witch ...
... lived at that time listened patiently to the presumption , or without attributing the whole to witchcraft One lady , whom the editor of the Every- Day Book conversed with several times on the subject , firmly believed in the witch ...
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... lived in a flourishing and reputable way , but now are reduced to low circumstances and great misery , to the great loss of their own families and the nation in general We shall call our evidence ; and if we make the facts appear , I do ...
... lived in a flourishing and reputable way , but now are reduced to low circumstances and great misery , to the great loss of their own families and the nation in general We shall call our evidence ; and if we make the facts appear , I do ...
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... lived so long to- gether , the court is of opinion he cannot be acquitted , unless you can likewise prove yourself innocent of the crimes which are laid to his charge . Malt . - My lords , I thank you for the liberty you now indulge me ...
... lived so long to- gether , the court is of opinion he cannot be acquitted , unless you can likewise prove yourself innocent of the crimes which are laid to his charge . Malt . - My lords , I thank you for the liberty you now indulge me ...
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William Hone. and the gentle Elia seem beings of that age wherein lived Pamela , whom , with " old Sarah Battle , " we may imagine entering their room , and sitting down with them to a square game . Yet Bridget and Elia live in our own ...
William Hone. and the gentle Elia seem beings of that age wherein lived Pamela , whom , with " old Sarah Battle , " we may imagine entering their room , and sitting down with them to a square game . Yet Bridget and Elia live in our own ...
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Page 627 - The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar, now, See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Page 713 - 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 713 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 489 - Which the great lord inhabits not; and so This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's songs, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Page 1095 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbours would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them.
Page 569 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Page 345 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Page 527 - Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 569 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Page 867 - A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew; And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And closed them beneath the kisses of night.