The Patrician, Volume 3 (Google eBook)

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John Burke, Sir Bernard Burke
E. Churton, 1847 - Heraldry
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Page 541 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; ' .And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
Page 320 - There's nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of thy Deity. There's nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace thy Love, And meekly wait that moment, when Thy touch shall turn all bright again ! 1 Pii orant tacite.
Page 74 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 46 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 204 - Of household smoke, your eye excursive roams ; Wide-stretching from the hall in whose kind haunt The hospitable Genius lingers...
Page 541 - And twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Page 156 - I know not right: Whom when I asked from what place he came, And how he hight, himself he did ycleepe Raleigh. The Shepherd of the Ocean by name, And said he came far from the main-sea deep.
Page 4 - Then maids and youths shall linger here, And while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest...
Page 320 - The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
Page 264 - Tea in England hath been sold in the leaf for six pounds, and sometimes for ten pounds the pound weight, and in respect of its former scarceness and dearness it hath been only used as a regalia in high treatments and entertainments, and presents mnde thereof to princes and grandees, till the year 1657.

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