Salopian Shreds and Patches, Volume 2

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Page 246 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history : And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
Page 207 - I wish thee, Vin, before all wealth, Both bodily and ghostly health: Nor too much wealth, nor wit, come to thee; So much of either may undo thee. I wish thee learning, not for show, Enough for to instruct, and know; Not such as gentlemen require, To prate at table or at fire. I wish thee all thy mother's graces, Thy father's fortunes and his places. I wish thee friends...
Page 232 - Then he answered and spake unto me, saying, This is the word of the Lord unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.
Page 66 - Soul ! soul ! for a soul-cake ; Pray, good mistress, for a soul-cake. One for Peter, two for Paul, Three for Them who made us all. Soul ! soul ! for an apple or two ; If you've got no apples, pears will do. Up with your kettle, and down with your pan ; Cjire me a good big one, and I'll be gone.
Page 135 - We saw Hawkestone, the seat of Sir Rowland Hill ," and were conducted by Miss Hill over a large tract of rocks and woods; a region abounding with striking scenes and terrific grandeur. We were always on the brink of a precipice, or at the foot of a lofty rock; but the steeps were seldom naked : in many places, oaks of uncommon magnitude shot up from the crannies of stone; and where there were no trees, there were underwoods and bushes.
Page 119 - I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip, But where my own did hope to sip.
Page 161 - Then, Madam,' says Mr. Fairbeard, ' you and the plain dealer seem designed by heaven for each other.
Page 111 - Hotspur, perceiving that an engagement was unavoidable, called for his favourite sword. His attendants informed him that it was left behind at Berwick, of which village it does not appear that he had till then learned the name. At these words he turned pale, and said, ' I perceive that my plough is drawing to its last furrow, for a wizard told me in Northumberland that I should perish at Berwick : which I vainly interpreted of that town in the North.
Page 237 - Tenants and occupiers of a certain tenement called The Forge, in the parish of St. Clement Danes, in the county of Middlesex, come forth and do your service.
Page 222 - And more, and more, I should have done, But that I understood him scant, Now I conceive him by my want; And pray who shall my...

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