The New Whig GuideW. Wright, 1819 - 240 Seiten |
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... strange * Probably Sir J. Mackintosh , whose costume is sometimes singular . - E . + This gentleman , though he is all through these papers called Will Martin , seems to be Henry Martin , Esq . M. P. for Kin- sale : the reason of the ...
... strange * Probably Sir J. Mackintosh , whose costume is sometimes singular . - E . + This gentleman , though he is all through these papers called Will Martin , seems to be Henry Martin , Esq . M. P. for Kin- sale : the reason of the ...
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... strange doctrines , wherein he stand- eth alone . I have heard many questions put very genteelly by a Mr. Bennet , * an honourable ; who is in my mind mighty well bred , though he disfigureth him- self by wearing a green wig . He is ...
... strange doctrines , wherein he stand- eth alone . I have heard many questions put very genteelly by a Mr. Bennet , * an honourable ; who is in my mind mighty well bred , though he disfigureth him- self by wearing a green wig . He is ...
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... strange custom , when speaking , of holding his hat in one hand , and smoothing the felt of it with the other , the which made me at the * The Honourable Frederick North Douglas , son of Lord Glen- bervie , M. P. for Banbury . It would ...
... strange custom , when speaking , of holding his hat in one hand , and smoothing the felt of it with the other , the which made me at the * The Honourable Frederick North Douglas , son of Lord Glen- bervie , M. P. for Banbury . It would ...
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... strange to say , the House preferred them and the old Code to the new one , which Sir Samuel had prepared . I say nothing to thee of the entries made on the behalf of Whitbread , because as they are of a marvellous great number , he ...
... strange to say , the House preferred them and the old Code to the new one , which Sir Samuel had prepared . I say nothing to thee of the entries made on the behalf of Whitbread , because as they are of a marvellous great number , he ...
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... habit , are but awkward in that pursuit . They are an extremely disorderly and turbulent race , though mild in their manners and An appearance . old and strange account of this island is to be GEOGRAPHICAL INTELLIGENCE . 145.
... habit , are but awkward in that pursuit . They are an extremely disorderly and turbulent race , though mild in their manners and An appearance . old and strange account of this island is to be GEOGRAPHICAL INTELLIGENCE . 145.
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Seite 120 - And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! FROM JOH.
Seite 120 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Seite 117 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming with purple and gold, And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 118 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Seite 119 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill. And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still.
Seite 110 - LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Seite 124 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy -gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Seite 114 - Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Seite 124 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Seite 112 - New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho' the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past ; Tho...