The Outlaw, Bind 1R. Bentley, 1835 |
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Side 52
... sleeping cell of her young lady . This was a sad infringement on the con- vent rules ; but Lady Sydney's purse was a charm ... sleep ? " inquired Alice of her nursling the next morning ; " how did the air of the holy place agree with her ...
... sleeping cell of her young lady . This was a sad infringement on the con- vent rules ; but Lady Sydney's purse was a charm ... sleep ? " inquired Alice of her nursling the next morning ; " how did the air of the holy place agree with her ...
Side 95
... sleeps , because of a natural in- aptness to exertion ; while others govern it with gentleness and discretion , for which they merit gratitude and praise , when consideration is given to the great power which laws divine and human have ...
... sleeps , because of a natural in- aptness to exertion ; while others govern it with gentleness and discretion , for which they merit gratitude and praise , when consideration is given to the great power which laws divine and human have ...
Side 132
... sleep scot - free . The wind howled drearily among the trees , and sighed over the heaths in mournful cadence ; and the rain pattered so sturdily against the window , that Basil could not sleep . He turned , and sat up , and lay down ...
... sleep scot - free . The wind howled drearily among the trees , and sighed over the heaths in mournful cadence ; and the rain pattered so sturdily against the window , that Basil could not sleep . He turned , and sat up , and lay down ...
Side 133
Mrs. S. C. Hall. to sleep , but the very effort baffled his intention , and after about two hours ' useless endeavours to obtain rest , he wrapped himself in his cloak , and sat at the lattice window waiting for the first streaks of day ...
Mrs. S. C. Hall. to sleep , but the very effort baffled his intention , and after about two hours ' useless endeavours to obtain rest , he wrapped himself in his cloak , and sat at the lattice window waiting for the first streaks of day ...
Side 139
... sleep to dream of . It is a glorious privilege to live in a place like this ; to look up to the clear sky of heaven , and watch those clouds , tablets of the Almighty's will , whereon he writes his behests - to com- mune with the ...
... sleep to dream of . It is a glorious privilege to live in a place like this ; to look up to the clear sky of heaven , and watch those clouds , tablets of the Almighty's will , whereon he writes his behests - to com- mune with the ...
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abbess Alice Murrough Basil Sydney Beaulieu Beaulieu Abbey beautiful beneath birds blessed blood blushing bosom brow Brown called Captain Sydney Catholic cheek child Cicely cloak countenance creature Cuthbert Raymond dear Dreadnought exclaimed eyes faith farthingale Father Edmund Father Frank favourite feelings fellow forest geant gentle girl hand heard heart heaven holy honour Hounslow inquired Jemmings king knew Lady Churchill Lady Sydney laugh lips looked Lord Churchill maiden Major Raymond Margaret Mary's Master Basil methinks mind Mistress Rosalind morning mother nature never night nurse Outlaw passed pause poor Rosalind pray Rachel Rachel Brown Ralph replied Rosalind Sydney sergeant Sir Everard Sydney sister sleep smile Snap'em soldiers speak spirit spoke Spritsail stood strange Sydney Pleasance Sydney's tell thee thing thought tion trees truth turned uncle voice wild William of Nassau William Penn window woman young lady youth
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Side 150 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Side 68 - Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have...
Side 68 - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare ; Both foot and hand go cold ; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.
Side 11 - GARDEN How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their incessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of Repose.
Side 148 - God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories « No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Side 39 - The world had never taken so full note Of what thou art, hadst thou not been undone, And only thy affliction hath begot More fame than thy best fortunes could have done ; For ever by adversity are wrought The greatest works of admiration ; And all the fair examples of renown Out of distress and misery are grown.
Side 209 - Our fault is, we are apt to be mighty hot upon speculative errors, and break all bounds in our resentments ; but we let practical ones pass without remark, if not without repentance : as if a mistake about an obscure proposition of faith were a greater evil than the breach of an undoubted precept. Such a religion the devils themselves are not without ; for they have both faith and knowledge: but their faith doth not work by love, nor their knowledge by obedie"nce.
Side 68 - And Tib, my wife, that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinks she till ye may see The tears run down her cheek : Then doth she trowl to me the bowl Even as a maltworm should, And saith, " Sweetheart, I took my part Of this jolly good ale and old.
Side 11 - How vainly men themselves amaze, To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their incessant labours see Crowned from some single herb, or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close, To weave the garlands of Repose ! Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but...
Side 147 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...