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Page 324 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung,, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies I
Page 184 - I slept, and dreamt that life was beauty ; I woke, and found that life was duty." " The person love does to us fit, Like manna, has the taste of all in it.
Page 168 - Therefore hell hath enlarged herself, and opened her mouth without measure: and their glory, and their multitude, and their pomp, and he that rejoiceth, shall descend into
Page 216 - given rise to much inquiry, which has ended in ludicrous surprise. Several ladies, wishing to learn the kind of reading which the great and good Dr. Johnson esteemed most fit for a young woman, desired to know what book he had selected for this Highland nymph ‘ They' never adverted (said he) that I had no
Page 62 - Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder,* if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame. “All
Page 206 - I entreated a bearward one day to come down with the dogs of some four parishes, that way, and I thank him, he did ; and cried his games under Master Morose's window : till he was sent crying away, with his head made a most bleeding spectacle to the multitude.
Page 39 - the cup itself from which the Lord Drank at the last sad supper with his own. This from the blessed land of Aromat — After the day of darkness, when the dead Went wandering o'er Moriah—the good saint
Page 306 - Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree: Each flower has wept, and bowed toward the east Above an hour since, yet you not dressed,
Page 126 - Stewart! There's not a flower that blooms in May That's half so fair as thou art. The flower it blaws, it fades and fa's, And art can ne'er renew it: But worth and truth eternal youth Will give to
Page 303 - ostrich which leaveth her eggs in the earth, and warmeth them in the dust, and forgetteth that the foot may crush them and the wild beast

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