The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., المجلد 5Robert Kemp Philp |
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الصفحة 3
... Round their twisted and gnarled roots , that writhed into the ground like snakes at play , whole sheets of blue- bells waved their slender stems , and drooped their heads sorrowfully , like a crowd of captive fairies , over whom the ...
... Round their twisted and gnarled roots , that writhed into the ground like snakes at play , whole sheets of blue- bells waved their slender stems , and drooped their heads sorrowfully , like a crowd of captive fairies , over whom the ...
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... round by the slightest motion ; thus , instead of being resting- places for the weary bird , they in reality became a sort of treadmill , which kept family , who wider than the rest , and struggles and flounders about , crushing his ...
... round by the slightest motion ; thus , instead of being resting- places for the weary bird , they in reality became a sort of treadmill , which kept family , who wider than the rest , and struggles and flounders about , crushing his ...
الصفحة 5
... round me , and over me , and alighted on my head , and immediately flew away again , startled and confounded at the mystery . His instinct told him that it ought to be me , while his vision distinctly declared the contrary . Between the ...
... round me , and over me , and alighted on my head , and immediately flew away again , startled and confounded at the mystery . His instinct told him that it ought to be me , while his vision distinctly declared the contrary . Between the ...
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... round him his blue and scarlet cloth robe the present of some English captain - he strode into his palace . The two sends of this building were quite open at the extremes being merely roofed continuations of the enclosed centre and ...
... round him his blue and scarlet cloth robe the present of some English captain - he strode into his palace . The two sends of this building were quite open at the extremes being merely roofed continuations of the enclosed centre and ...
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... round their chief . 66 " My children , " said the king , rising , when the crowd around was still , and the respectful circle about him , standing wrapped in their trade - cloth togas , or their blankets , and leaning on spear or mus ...
... round their chief . 66 " My children , " said the king , rising , when the crowd around was still , and the respectful circle about him , standing wrapped in their trade - cloth togas , or their blankets , and leaning on spear or mus ...
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الصفحة 28 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow...
الصفحة 205 - The trees of the Lord are full of sap ; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.
الصفحة 320 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
الصفحة 192 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
الصفحة 164 - Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
الصفحة 307 - All crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail ; Returning Justice lift aloft her scale ; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend.
الصفحة 87 - Like the vase in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
الصفحة 315 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
الصفحة 24 - Indians once brought me,' says she, ' before I knew that they shone by night, a number of these lantern flies, which I shut up in a large wooden box. In the night they made such a noise that I awoke in a fright, and ordered a light to be brought, not knowing from whence the noise proceeded.
الصفحة 164 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...