Pilgrimages to English ShrinesD. Appleton & Company, 1854 - 588 pàgines |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 93 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
Pàgina 249 - This is owing to you, for you put it into my head by the question you put to me at Chalfont, which before I had not thought of.
Pàgina 47 - For a thousand years in thy sight, are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood ; they are as a sleep : in the morning they are like grass which groweth up ; in the morning it flourisheth and groweth up ; in the evening it is cut down and withereth.
Pàgina 11 - Wilt thou leave thy sins and go to heaven, or have thy sins and go to hell...
Pàgina 478 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Pàgina 445 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Pàgina 62 - Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord ; for they rest from their labours ; and their works do follow them, Rev.
Pàgina 47 - Why art thou cast down, 0 my soul ? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God : for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Pàgina 586 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...
Pàgina 137 - I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness ; And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.