Littell's Living Age, المجلد 51Living Age Company Incorporated, 1856 |
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الصفحة 304 - The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the forces of the Crown. It may be frail — its roof may shake — the wind may blow through it — the storm may enter — the rain may enter — but the King of England cannot enter ! — all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement...
الصفحة 199 - THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
الصفحة 384 - He'd undertake to prove, by force Of argument, a man's no horse; He'd prove a buzzard is no fowl, And that a lord may be an owl, A calf an alderman, a goose a justice, And rooks committee-men and trustees.
الصفحة 351 - Like warp and woof all destinies Are woven fast, Linked in sympathy like the keys Of an organ vast. Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar ; Break but one Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar Through all will run.
الصفحة 242 - She, dying, gave it me. Ah ! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear, Who round the hearthstone used to close After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said, In tones my heart would thrill : Though they are with the silent dead, Here are they living still ! My father read this holy book To brothers, sisters dear...
الصفحة 60 - Saul ? choose you a man for you, and let him come down to me. If he be able to fight with me, and to kill me, then will we be your servants : but if I prevail against him, and kill him, then shall ye be our servants, and serve us.
الصفحة 311 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a king! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
الصفحة 427 - Shakespear's, was only this ; that they were pieces produced by unknown authors, or fitted up for the theatre while it was under his administration : and no owner claiming them, they were adjudged to him, as they give strays to the lord of the manor : a mistake which (one may also observe) it was not for the interest of the house to remove.
الصفحة 415 - ... tone of the tenant's address, and the hypocritical melancholy of the laird's reply. His grandfather, he said, had, while he spoke, his eye fixed on the rental-book, as if it were a mastiffdog that he was afraid would spring up and bite him.) 'I wuss ye joy, sir, of the head seat, and the white loaf, and the braid lairdship.
الصفحة 181 - ... are comfortable, praised be the Lord, — though our present condition be as it is. And indeed we have much hope in the Lord ; of whose mercy we have had large experience. Indeed, do you get together what forces you can against them. Send to friends in the South to help with more. Let H. Vane know what I write. I would not make it public, lest danger should accrue thereby. You know what use to make hereof. Let me hear from you. I rest, your servant, OLIVER CROMWELL. 'PS' It's difficult for me...