An English Garner: Ingatherings from Our History and Literature, Band 2Edward Arber Arber, 1879 |
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... town , a pledge ; whose name was Patrone NORADO ; who , the year before , had done this SONNINGS Some pleasure there . The foresaid Patrone NORADO was indebted unto a Turk of that town in 14 SONNINGS CHEATS DICKENSON . T. Sanders ...
... town , a pledge ; whose name was Patrone NORADO ; who , the year before , had done this SONNINGS Some pleasure there . The foresaid Patrone NORADO was indebted unto a Turk of that town in 14 SONNINGS CHEATS DICKENSON . T. Sanders ...
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... town in the sum of 450 crowns ( = about £ 130 , or in present value about £ 1,000 ) for certain goods sent by him into Christendom in a ship of his own , and by his own brother ; and he himself remained in Tripoli as a pledge until his ...
... town in the sum of 450 crowns ( = about £ 130 , or in present value about £ 1,000 ) for certain goods sent by him into Christendom in a ship of his own , and by his own brother ; and he himself remained in Tripoli as a pledge until his ...
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... town to do their endeavour to sink us : but the Turkish gunners could not once strike us . Wherefore the King sent presently to the bagnio - this bagnio is the prison where all the captives lay at night - and pro- mised that if there ...
... town to do their endeavour to sink us : but the Turkish gunners could not once strike us . Wherefore the King sent presently to the bagnio - this bagnio is the prison where all the captives lay at night - and pro- mised that if there ...
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... town to have joined battle against the Moors for their rebellion . The King sent with them four pieces of ordnance ; which were drawn by the captives twenty miles into the country after them . At the sight thereof , the Moors fled : and ...
... town to have joined battle against the Moors for their rebellion . The King sent with them four pieces of ordnance ; which were drawn by the captives twenty miles into the country after them . At the sight thereof , the Moors fled : and ...
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... town . All our company that were in Tripoli came that night for joy , to Master BARTON and the other Commissioners to see them . Then Master BARTON said unto us , " Welcome , my good countrymen ! " and lovingly entertained us ; and at ...
... town . All our company that were in Tripoli came that night for joy , to Master BARTON and the other Commissioners to see them . Then Master BARTON said unto us , " Welcome , my good countrymen ! " and lovingly entertained us ; and at ...
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April Archbishop arrives August beginning Bishop Boston Britain burnt called Cape Captain Captain JOHN SMITH charge CHARLES Charlestown Chief Officers Church coast Company COTTON MATHER Court death Deputy Governor divers doth ENDICOT England English eyes fishing ships France French Governor BRADFORD'S History Governor WINTHROP's Journal Grace harbour hath heart HENRY HENRY VIII HOLINSHED honour horse mills hundred Indians island July June King's land letter live London Lord LOUIS 13 LOUIS XIII March Massachusetts Colony Records Master JOHN Master WILLIAM Ministers MOURT'S Relation night November pain Parliament Parliament of England Petty Victuallers PHILIP PHILIP III PHILIP IV pinnace Plantation Plat Plymouth Plymouth Colony poets Prince PURCHAS Puritans Queen Reformation river sails says Scotland shallop shire soldiers SONNET Spain SQUANTO sweet thee thence thereof thine things THOMAS thou unto Virginia voyage wherein wine WINTHROP yearly
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Seite 407 - ... to enact, constitute, and frame such just and equal laws, ordinances, acts, constitutions, and offices, from time to time, as shall be thought most meet and convenient for the general good of the colony, unto which we promise all due submission and obedience.
Seite 115 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest — Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite 280 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Seite 193 - Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be ; Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light, That doth both shine, and give us sight to see.
Seite 549 - He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings: So the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no strange god with him.
Seite 582 - To the end the body of the commons may be preserved of honest and good men, it was ordered and agreed, that, for the time to come, no man shall be admitted to the freedom of this body politic, but such as are members of some of the churches within the limits of the same.
Seite 407 - Having undertaken, for the glory of God and advancement of the Christian faith and honor of our king and country, a voyage to plant the first colony in the northern parts of Virginia...
Seite 131 - Well then ; I now do plainly see, This busy world and I shall ne'er agree ; The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy, And they, methinks, deserve my pity, Who for it can endure the stings, The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city. Ah, yet, ere I descend to th...
Seite 116 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Seite 279 - And sends the fowls to us in care On daily visits through the air: He hangs in shades the orange bright Like golden lamps in a green night...