Liberty Hall, Oxon, Volum 3

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Pàgina 301 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death...
Pàgina 7 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Pàgina 345 - I shall detain you now no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct you to a hill-side, where I will point you out the right path of a virtuous and noble education ; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.
Pàgina 317 - Old wine to drink, old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to converse with.— Alfonso of CastUe.
Pàgina 97 - The fish dwell in the depths of the waters, and the eagles in the sides of heaven ; the one, though high, may be reached with the arrow, and the other, though deep, with the hook ; but the heart of a man, at a foot distance, cannot be known*.
Pàgina 216 - Ganging in a pleugh, and linking o'er the lee, And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be. I hae a good ha...
Pàgina 97 - Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow coloured shells, Bright things which gleam unrecked of and in vain. Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea ! We ask not such from thee. Yet more, the Depths have more ! — What wealth untold, Far down, and shining through their stillness, lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies.
Pàgina 216 - I'll make a rantin fire, and merry shall we be : And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be.
Pàgina 239 - The mast, the rudder, and the tackling gone ; My body like the hull of some lost vessel, Beaten and tumbled with my rolling fears ; Therefore, I charge thee, give me back my writing.
Pàgina 141 - Shetland there are several native popular medicines. Scurvy grass, for instance, is used in cutaneous complaints, butter-milk in dropsy, the shells of whelks calcined and pounded for dyspepsia, and a variety of steatite named in the country kleber for excoriations.

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