The Maiden and Married Life of Mary Powell, Afterwards Mistress MiltonA M S Press, Incorporated, 1874 |
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... Change , noe Exercise ; and oh , I sigh for Forest Hill . -A dull Dinner with Mrs. Phillips , whom I like not much . Christopher Milton there , who stared hard at me , and put me out of Countenance with his 1643 . 1643 . Friday . his ...
... Change , noe Exercise ; and oh , I sigh for Forest Hill . -A dull Dinner with Mrs. Phillips , whom I like not much . Christopher Milton there , who stared hard at me , and put me out of Countenance with his 1643 . 1643 . Friday . his ...
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... Change of Ayre , and Diet , and Scene , and Loss of habi- tual Exercise and Companie and house- holde Cares . These petty Griefs try me sorelie ; and when Cousin Ralph came in unexpectedlie this Morn , tho ' I never much cared for him ...
... Change of Ayre , and Diet , and Scene , and Loss of habi- tual Exercise and Companie and house- holde Cares . These petty Griefs try me sorelie ; and when Cousin Ralph came in unexpectedlie this Morn , tho ' I never much cared for him ...
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... Change of Heart , and I to my Bed . Oh Heaven ! can it be possible ? am I agayn at Forest Hill ? How strange , how joyfulle an Event , tho ' brought about with Teares ! -Can it be , that it is onlie a Month since I stoode at this ...
... Change of Heart , and I to my Bed . Oh Heaven ! can it be possible ? am I agayn at Forest Hill ? How strange , how joyfulle an Event , tho ' brought about with Teares ! -Can it be , that it is onlie a Month since I stoode at this ...
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... be so then - I am content enoughe . To change the Current of my Thoughts , he hath renewed the Scheme for our Visit to Lady Falkland , which , Weather permitting , 1643 . 1643 . Wednesday . permitting , is to take Place of Mary Powell .
... be so then - I am content enoughe . To change the Current of my Thoughts , he hath renewed the Scheme for our Visit to Lady Falkland , which , Weather permitting , 1643 . 1643 . Wednesday . permitting , is to take Place of Mary Powell .
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... belonged to a certayn Algum - wood Casket Mr. Milton had Recourse to dailie , because he kept small Change in it ; 1644 . 1643 . it ; and I knew not I had 10 of Mary Powell . 145 Rose of me, "I verilie believe there is ...
... belonged to a certayn Algum - wood Casket Mr. Milton had Recourse to dailie , because he kept small Change in it ; 1644 . 1643 . it ; and I knew not I had 10 of Mary Powell . 145 Rose of me, "I verilie believe there is ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 202 - Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy, To meditate my rural minstrelsy, Till Fancy had her fill. But ere a close The wonted roar was up amidst the woods...
Página 162 - This or that is; Thy word is all, if we could spell. 0 that I once past changing were, Fast in Thy paradise, where no flower can wither!
Página 161 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness ? It was gone Quite under ground ; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown ; Where they, together, all the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown. These are thy wonders, Lord of power, Killing and quickening, bringing down to hell And up to heaven in an hour ; Making a chiming of a passing bell. We say amiss, this or that is : Thy word is all, if we could spell.
Página 237 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Página 243 - HAMMERSMITH PROTESTANT DISCUSSION, between the REV. JOHN GUMMING, DD and DANIEL FRENCH, ESQ., Barrister-at-Law. Cheap Edition. Tenth Thousand, post 8vo. cloth, 6s.
Página 163 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.
Página 241 - BELLENGER'S ONE HUNDRED CHOICE FABLES, imitated from LA FONTAINE. For the use of Children, and all Persons beginning to learn the French language; with a DICTIONARY of the Words and Idiomatic Phrases, Grammatically Explained. New Edition, revised and corrected by CJ DELILLE, Professor at Christ's Hospital.
Página 238 - Milton, all which he contrived to be brought into the room, as by accident, whilst he conversed with her. She took no notice of the paintings, but when she perceived the drawing, she cried out, " O Lord, that is the picture of my father. How came you by it ?" and streaking the hair of her forehead, added', "just so my father wore his hair.
Página 163 - O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night. These are thy wonders, Lord of love, To make us see we are but flowers that glide : Which when we once can find and prove, Thou hast a garden for us, where to bide. Who would be more, Swelling through store, Forfeit their Paradise by their pride.
Página 203 - Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled ; Yea even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory...