The Maiden and Married Life of Mary Powell, Afterwards Mistress MiltonA M S Press, Incorporated, 1874 |
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... turned about and walked by us , sometimes stroaking Clover's shaggy Mane . I felte a little ashamed ; for Dick had sett me on the Poney just as I was , my Gown some- what what too shorte for riding : however , I drewe 6 Maiden & Married ...
... turned about and walked by us , sometimes stroaking Clover's shaggy Mane . I felte a little ashamed ; for Dick had sett me on the Poney just as I was , my Gown some- what what too shorte for riding : however , I drewe 6 Maiden & Married ...
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... turning his bright , thoughtfulle Eyes on me . At length , we parted at the Turn of the Lane . I askt Dick who he was , and he told me he was one Mr. John Milton , the Party 1643 . 1643 . May 13th . Party to whom Father owed of Mary ...
... turning his bright , thoughtfulle Eyes on me . At length , we parted at the Turn of the Lane . I askt Dick who he was , and he told me he was one Mr. John Milton , the Party 1643 . 1643 . May 13th . Party to whom Father owed of Mary ...
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... turned it towards my Father , and sayd he was trying an Experiment on two young Nephews of his owne , whether the read- ing those Authors that treate of physical Subjects mighte not advantage them more than the Poets ; whereat my Father ...
... turned it towards my Father , and sayd he was trying an Experiment on two young Nephews of his owne , whether the read- ing those Authors that treate of physical Subjects mighte not advantage them more than the Poets ; whereat my Father ...
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... turning over ever soe manie Trays full of dried Herbs and Flower- leaves , hearing him come forthe and call , " Moll , deare Moll , where are you ? " with I know not what of strange in the Tone of his Voice ; and my running to him ...
... turning over ever soe manie Trays full of dried Herbs and Flower- leaves , hearing him come forthe and call , " Moll , deare Moll , where are you ? " with I know not what of strange in the Tone of his Voice ; and my running to him ...
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... turned about and fell to speaking of rurall Life , Happinesse , Heaven , and such like , in a Kind of Rapture ; then , with his Elbow half raising him from the Grass , lay looking at me ; then com- menced humming or singing I know not ...
... turned about and fell to speaking of rurall Life , Happinesse , Heaven , and such like , in a Kind of Rapture ; then , with his Elbow half raising him from the Grass , lay looking at me ; then com- menced humming or singing I know not ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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...