Democritus in London: With the Mad Pranks and Comical Conceits of Motley and Robin Good-Fellow, to which are Added Notes Festivous EtcWilliam Pickering, 1852 - 312 pàgines |
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Pàgina 4
... sing to the morn Right merrily ! Let , each tuneless pause to fill , Ripple nigh a murmuring rill , And , O , music sweeter still ! From village spire Glittering with celestial rays , On returning holy - days Call me forth to prayer and ...
... sing to the morn Right merrily ! Let , each tuneless pause to fill , Ripple nigh a murmuring rill , And , O , music sweeter still ! From village spire Glittering with celestial rays , On returning holy - days Call me forth to prayer and ...
Pàgina 10
... singing days of Uncle Timothy this was his DEMOCRITUSIAN CHANT . I owe the World nothing - I'm not in it's debt- Ne'er has the World been my creditor yet- It's favor to me it has never unfurl'd , Yet still in good humour am I with the ...
... singing days of Uncle Timothy this was his DEMOCRITUSIAN CHANT . I owe the World nothing - I'm not in it's debt- Ne'er has the World been my creditor yet- It's favor to me it has never unfurl'd , Yet still in good humour am I with the ...
Pàgina 11
... sing in winter , and seeke to my window in the hardest frost ; there is no tryall of friendship but adversity . " And again— “ Give mee that love , and friendship , which is betweene the vine , and the elme , whereby the elme is no whit ...
... sing in winter , and seeke to my window in the hardest frost ; there is no tryall of friendship but adversity . " And again— “ Give mee that love , and friendship , which is betweene the vine , and the elme , whereby the elme is no whit ...
Pàgina 19
... sings Thomson , and the gentle Cowper is no less enthu- siastic . " Domestic happiness , thou only bliss Of Paradise , that hast survived the fall . " Yet how happens it that these poetical apostrophisers of conjugal blessedness should ...
... sings Thomson , and the gentle Cowper is no less enthu- siastic . " Domestic happiness , thou only bliss Of Paradise , that hast survived the fall . " Yet how happens it that these poetical apostrophisers of conjugal blessedness should ...
Pàgina 54
... Sings . Here's to our Queen , in the true Hippocrene ! Here's to His Highness her Spouse , and The Progeny all of Crown , Sceptre , and Ball , 87 Sir Peter calls the owners of these mendacious muz . zles the hairystocracy of Revolution ...
... Sings . Here's to our Queen , in the true Hippocrene ! Here's to His Highness her Spouse , and The Progeny all of Crown , Sceptre , and Ball , 87 Sir Peter calls the owners of these mendacious muz . zles the hairystocracy of Revolution ...
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Democritus in London: With the Mad Pranks and Comical Conceits of Motley and ... George Daniel Visualització completa - 1852 |
Democritus in London. With the Mad Pranks and Comical Conceits of Motley and ... G. D.,George Daniel Visualització completa - 1852 |
Democritus in London: With the Mad Pranks and Comical Conceits of Motley and ... George Daniel Visualització completa - 1852 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 286 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Pàgina 21 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Pàgina 230 - And to the end of time the tales shall ne'er be done Of Scarlock, George-a-Green, and Much, the miller's son ; Of Tuck, the merry friar, which many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.
Pàgina 231 - London, to thee I do present the merry month of May; Let each true subject be content to hear me what I say: For from the top of conduit-head, as plainly may appear, I will both tell my name to you, and wherefore I came here. My name is Ralph, by due descent though not ignoble I, Yet far inferior to the flock of gracious grocery...
Pàgina 76 - Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie interr'd Lov'd the church so well, and gave so largely to't, They thought it should have canopied their bones Till dooms-day. But all things have their end; Churches and cities, which have diseases like to men, Must have like death that we have.
Pàgina 234 - Sir, this is a busy day with us, we cannot hear you ; it is Robin Hood's day. The parish are gone abroad to gather for Robin Hood : I pray you let them not.
Pàgina 141 - Fond fool ! six feet shall serve for all thy store, And he that cares for most shall find no more.
Pàgina 23 - And his most holy life was such, that it begot such reverence to God, and to him, that they thought themselves the happier when they carried Mr. Herbert's blessing back with them to their labour.
Pàgina 282 - In the morning, after the priest had given him the last sacraments, he said, "There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship, and indeed friendship itself is only a part of virtue.
Pàgina 50 - ... of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest bad men such...