Encyclopædia metropolitana; or, Universal dictionary of knowledge, ed. by E. Smedley, Hugh J. Rose and Henry J. Rose. [With] Plates, Volume 181845 |
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... ground . Phaer . Eneidos , book xii . I would the not a nip farthinge nor yet a niggarde haue , Wilte thou therefore , a drunkard be a ding thrift , and a knaue . Drant . Horace . The first Satyre . " Tis sack makes us sing , Hey down a ...
... ground . Phaer . Eneidos , book xii . I would the not a nip farthinge nor yet a niggarde haue , Wilte thou therefore , a drunkard be a ding thrift , and a knaue . Drant . Horace . The first Satyre . " Tis sack makes us sing , Hey down a ...
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... ground and lays many eggs , which are consi- dered good eating . The cry is said to resemble that of a Goose . The Albatros is very common without the Tropics , and is found not only towards the South Pole , but even as high as ...
... ground and lays many eggs , which are consi- dered good eating . The cry is said to resemble that of a Goose . The Albatros is very common without the Tropics , and is found not only towards the South Pole , but even as high as ...
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... ground hath left but feeble hold ; But halfe disbowl'd lies aboue the ground . Spenser . The Ruines of Rome , st . 28 . Others say the poyson was giuen him in a dish of pears . But the physician that disbowelled his body found no sign ...
... ground hath left but feeble hold ; But halfe disbowl'd lies aboue the ground . Spenser . The Ruines of Rome , st . 28 . Others say the poyson was giuen him in a dish of pears . But the physician that disbowelled his body found no sign ...
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... ground . Before he came in sight the crafty God His wings dismiss'd , but still retain'd his rod . Dryden . Ovid . Metamorphoses , book i . If , as our dreaming Platonists report , There could be spirits of a middle sort , Too black for ...
... ground . Before he came in sight the crafty God His wings dismiss'd , but still retain'd his rod . Dryden . Ovid . Metamorphoses , book i . If , as our dreaming Platonists report , There could be spirits of a middle sort , Too black for ...
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... ground . Dryden . Ovid . Metamorphoses , book viii . The brook , that flow'd a scanty stream before , Swell'd to a river red with human gore ; Verbeia then in wild amazement stood To see her silver urn distained with blood . DISTANCE ...
... ground . Dryden . Ovid . Metamorphoses , book viii . The brook , that flow'd a scanty stream before , Swell'd to a river red with human gore ; Verbeia then in wild amazement stood To see her silver urn distained with blood . DISTANCE ...
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Page 180 - But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 116 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Page 16 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 60 - Goneril! You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. [I fear your disposition. That nature which contemns its origin Cannot be bordered certain in itself." She that herself will sliver* and disbranch From her material' sap, perforce must wither And come to deadly use.
Page 301 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Page 232 - ... his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen.
Page 323 - And the accomplishment of them lies not but in a power above man's to promise; but that none hath by more studious ways endeavoured, and with more unwearied spirit that none shall, that I dare almost aver of myself, as far as life and free leisure will extend...
Page 183 - And, conscious, glancing oft' on every side His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. The gleaners spread around, and here and there, Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick. Be not too narrow, husbandmen ! but fling From the full sheaf, with charitable stealth, The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful, think! How good the God of harvest is to you, Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields...
Page 340 - To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood.
Page 272 - Let, I pray thee, thy merciful kindness be for my comfort, according to thy word unto thy servant.