Relics of Literature

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T. Boys, 1823 - 400 pages

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Page 339 - Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest: welcome at an inn.
Page 398 - And in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God unto a city of Galilee, named Nazareth, To a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin's name was Mary.
Page 14 - 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?
Page 200 - I may challenge the whole orations of Demosthenes and Cicero, and of any more eminent orator, if Europe has furnished more eminent, to produce a single passage, superior to the speech of Logan, a Mingo chief, to Lord Dunmore, when governor of this state.
Page 395 - And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.
Page 87 - Her bosom was uncovered, as all the English ladies have it, till they marry ; and she had on a necklace, of exceeding fine jewels ; her hands were small, her fingers long, and her stature neither tall nor low; her air was 1 He probably means rushes. stately ; her manner of speaking mild and obliging.
Page 68 - The Queen was brought by water to Whitehall, At every stroke the oars did tears let fall ; More clung about the barge ; fish under water Wept out their eyes ofpearle, and swome blind after.
Page 14 - 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.
Page 291 - ... would become, without the belief of a God^ how palsied would be human benevolence, were there not the sense...
Page 291 - ... to uprightness and the public good ; that an oath is unheard in heaven ; that secret crimes have no witness but the perpetrator...

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