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Seite 259 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Seite 176 - I suppose there be some; Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone! Sing hey O, maids ! come trole back the pin, And the fairest maid in the house let us all in. Come, butler, come, bring us a bowl of the best; I hope your soul in heaven...
Seite 177 - Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns; The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals; The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls: For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.
Seite 174 - To the old, long life and treasure ! To the young, all health and pleasure ! To the fair, their face With eternal grace, And the soul to be loved at leisure! To the witty, all clear mirrors; To the foolish, their dark errors ; To the loving sprite, A secure delight; To the jealous his own false terrors ! Capt.
Seite 176 - Here's to our horse, and to his right ear, God send our maister a happy New Year ; A happy New Year as e'er he did see — With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
Seite 46 - Edwards, a Turkey merchant, brought from Smyrna to London one Pasqua Rosee, a Ragusan youth, who prepared this drink for him every morning. But the novelty thereof drawing too much company to him, he allowed his said servant, with another of his son-in-law's, to sell it publicly ; and they set up the first coffee-house in London, in St.
Seite 183 - The Romish priests had masses said for almost every thing : if a ship went out to the Indies, the priests had a box in her, under the protection of some saint : and for masses, as their cant was, to be said for them to that saint, &c. the poor people must put something into the priest's box, which was not opened till the ship's return. The mass at that time was called...
Seite 17 - The olive, in the western world, followed the progress of peace, of which it was considered as the symbol. Two centuries after the foundation of Rome, both Italy and Africa were strangers to that useful plant: it was naturalized in those countries; and at length carried into the heart of Spain and Gaul. The timid errors of the ancients, that it required a certain degree of heat, and could only flourish in the neighbourhood of the sea, were insensibly exploded by industry and experience.98 4. The...
Seite 64 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.