The Social History of Great Britain During the Reigns of the Stuarts: Beginning with the Seventeenth Century, Being the Period of Settling the United States, Zväzok 2W. H. Colyer, 1845 |
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Strana 3
... writer states , " I am of Mr. Cowley's opinion , that so much of dancing at least , as belongs to the behaviour , and an hand- some carriage of the body , is extremely useful , if not absolutely necessary . " * Heutzner ( 1598 ) states ...
... writer states , " I am of Mr. Cowley's opinion , that so much of dancing at least , as belongs to the behaviour , and an hand- some carriage of the body , is extremely useful , if not absolutely necessary . " * Heutzner ( 1598 ) states ...
Strana 7
... writer states he had always been in the habit , even in great assemblies , of saluting all the ladies round ; but a town bred gentleman had lately come into the neighbourhood , and introduced his " fine reserved airs ; " whenever he ...
... writer states he had always been in the habit , even in great assemblies , of saluting all the ladies round ; but a town bred gentleman had lately come into the neighbourhood , and introduced his " fine reserved airs ; " whenever he ...
Strana 8
... writers of these reigns , is , that for the most part , people married at an age younger than is now the case . But Burns , with the most graphic sweetness , thus describes eyes of another tint : " Sae flaxen were her ringlets , Her ...
... writers of these reigns , is , that for the most part , people married at an age younger than is now the case . But Burns , with the most graphic sweetness , thus describes eyes of another tint : " Sae flaxen were her ringlets , Her ...
Strana 9
... writer : * Lectures on Dramatic Literature , by A. W. Schlegel . The Portuguese have an aphorism , that " the sonnet ought to be shut with a golden key . " " His verse still lives , his sentiments still warms GALLANTRY .
... writer : * Lectures on Dramatic Literature , by A. W. Schlegel . The Portuguese have an aphorism , that " the sonnet ought to be shut with a golden key . " " His verse still lives , his sentiments still warms GALLANTRY .
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... writer . She was the sole heiress of Sir John Spencer , a native of Waddingsfield , in Suffolk , who became Lord Mayor of London , in 1594 ; he possessed the manor of Canonsbury , in Middlesex , and lived at Crosby Hall ; he was a ...
... writer . She was the sole heiress of Sir John Spencer , a native of Waddingsfield , in Suffolk , who became Lord Mayor of London , in 1594 ; he possessed the manor of Canonsbury , in Middlesex , and lived at Crosby Hall ; he was a ...
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Strana 76 - An idler is a watch that wants both hands, As useless if it goes as when it stands.
Strana 109 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Strana 233 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Strana 9 - Then being asked where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,' Proving his beauty by succession thine!
Strana 295 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Strana 294 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Strana 36 - Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's glowing hand supply, A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray?
Strana 55 - See the same man, in vigour, in the gout; Alone, in company ; in place, or out ; Early at business, and at hazard late ; Mad at a fox-chase, wise at a debate; Drunk at a borough, civil at a ball ; Friendly at Hackney, faithless at Whitehall...
Strana 233 - Two hazel nuts I threw into the flame, And to each nut I gave a sweetheart's name ; This with the loudest bounce me sore amaz'd, That in a flame of brightest colour blaz'd. As blaz'd the nut, so may thy passion grow ; For 'twas thy nut that did so brightly glow.
Strana 214 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.