The Seymour Family

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Houghton Mifflin, 1914 - 386 pÓgines

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PÓgina 169 - I called at noon at Mrs. Masham's, who desired me not to let the Prophecy be published, for fear of angering the queen about the duchess of Somerset ; so I writ to the printer to stop them. They have been printed and given about, but not sold.
PÓgina 90 - Is on all sides o'ershadow'd by the high Uno'erleap'd Mountains of Necessity, Sparing us narrower margin than we deem. Nor will that day dawn at a human nod, When, bursting through the network superposed By selfish occupation — plot and plan, Lust, avarice, envy — liberated man, All difference with his fellow-mortal closed, Shall be left standing face to face with God.
PÓgina 223 - Tis easy conduct when exchequers flow; But hard the task to manage well the low: For sovereign power is too depress'd or high, When kings are forc'd to sell, or crowds to buy. Indulge one labour more, my weary Muse, For Amiel, who can Amiel's praise refuse? Of ancient race by birth, but nobler yet In his own worth...
PÓgina 145 - My first duchess was a Percy, and she never took such a liberty.
PÓgina 248 - I remember, sir, with a melancholy pleasure, the situation of the honourable gentleman ' who made the motion for the repeal ; in that crisis, when the whole trading interest of this empire, crammed into your lobbies, with a trembling and anxious expectation, waited, almost to a winter's return of light, their fate from your resolutions.
PÓgina 233 - Dodd; who contributed to the Popish idea one had imbibed, by haranguing entirely in the French style, and very eloquently and touchingly. He apostrophised the lost sheep, who sobbed and cried from their souls — so did my Lady Hertford and Fanny Pelham, till I believe the City dames took them both for Jane Shores.
PÓgina 149 - Cousin Seymour, your health." The painter replied, " My lord, I really do believe that I have the honour of being of your grace's family.
PÓgina 21 - She lay cold in the dust. So black was the mourning, And white were the wands, Yellow, yellow the torches, They bore in their hands. The bells they were muffled, And mournful did play, While the royal Queen Jane She lay cold in the clay. Six knights and six lords Bore her corpse through the grounds; Six dukes followed after, In black mourning gownds. The flower of Old England Was laid in cold clay, Whilst the royal King Henrie Came weeping away.
PÓgina 184 - Hertford, fitted or to shine in courts With unaffected grace, or walk the plain With innocence and meditation join'd In soft assemblage, listen to my song, Which thy own Season paints ; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent, like thee.
PÓgina 20 - He gave her rich caudle, but the death-sleep slept she, Then her right side was opened, and the babe was set free. The babe it was christened, and put out and nursed, While the royal Queen Jane she lay cold in the...

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