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Page 282 - If God spare my life, ere many years I will cause a boy that driveth the plough shall know more of the Scripture than thou doest.
Page 61 - The Encyclopaedic Dictionary. A New and Original Work of Reference to all the Words in the English Language, with a Full Account of their Origin, Meaning, Pronunciation, and Use.
Page 363 - UNVISITED. [See the various Poems the scene of which is laid upon the banks of the Yarrow ; in particular, the exquisite Ballad of Hamilton, beginning "Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny Bride, Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome Marrow...
Page 383 - Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is! Till, more familiar grown, the table crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 155 - Till I have done with this new day, Which now is painful to these eyes Which have not seen the sun so rise For years — I cannot count them o'er, I lost their long and heavy score, When my last brother droop'd and died, And I lay living by his side. III. They chain'd us each to a column stone, And we were three — yet, each alone, We could not move a single pace, 50 We could not see each other's face...
Page 45 - By the reverend and worthie Martin Marprelate gentleman/ and dedicated to the Confocationhouse. The Epitome is not yet published/ but it shall be when the Bishops are at convenient leysure to view the same. In the meane time/ let them be content with this learned Epistle. Printed oversea/ in Europe/ within two furlongs of a Bounsing Priest/ at the cost and charges of M. Marprelate / gentleman.
Page 389 - Dash'd down, and scatter'd, by the tearing wind's Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs. Thus struggling through the dissipated grove, The whirling tempest raves along the plain ; And on the cottage thatch'd, or lordly roof, Keen-fastening, shakes them to the solid base.
Page 402 - Ye sons of mercy! yet resume the search; Drag forth the legal monsters into light, Wrench from their hands Oppression's iron rod, And bid the cruel feel the pains they give.
Page 13 - To remark the folly of the fiction, the absurdity of the conduct, the confusion of the names and manners of different times, and the impossibility of the events in any system of life, were to waste criticism upon unresisting imbecility, upon faults too evident for detection, and too gross for aggravation.