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... fire , was part of his estate as long as he lived . v . Toland's Life , p . 148 , on his mother's family . See Birch's Life of Milton , p . 11. The family of the Cas- tors originally derived from Wales , as Philips tells us ; but Wood ...
... fire , was part of his estate as long as he lived . v . Toland's Life , p . 148 , on his mother's family . See Birch's Life of Milton , p . 11. The family of the Cas- tors originally derived from Wales , as Philips tells us ; but Wood ...
Page xxix
... fires , or like Watt binding an element of tremendous power into a safe and commodious form ; whose future effects on the social system of the world , even the eye of ' trem- bling Hope ' dares not follow . The philosopher whose ...
... fires , or like Watt binding an element of tremendous power into a safe and commodious form ; whose future effects on the social system of the world , even the eye of ' trem- bling Hope ' dares not follow . The philosopher whose ...
Page xxxii
... fire of his altar , to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases . To this must be added select reading , steady ob- servation , and insight into all seemly and generous arts and affairs , till which in some measure he compassed , I ...
... fire of his altar , to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases . To this must be added select reading , steady ob- servation , and insight into all seemly and generous arts and affairs , till which in some measure he compassed , I ...
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... fire . Have they not besieged him , and to their power forbad him water and fire , save what they shot against him to the hazard of his life . Yet while they thus assaulted and endangered it with hostile deeds , they swore in words to ...
... fire . Have they not besieged him , and to their power forbad him water and fire , save what they shot against him to the hazard of his life . Yet while they thus assaulted and endangered it with hostile deeds , they swore in words to ...
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... fire which happened in London in the beginning of September , 1666 , he had a house in Bread Street burnt , which was all the real estate he had then left . Wood's Ath . Ox . vol . ii . col . 486 . To what does Fielding allude when he ...
... fire which happened in London in the beginning of September , 1666 , he had a house in Bread Street burnt , which was all the real estate he had then left . Wood's Ath . Ox . vol . ii . col . 486 . To what does Fielding allude when he ...
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Page 4 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 32 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Page 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Page 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 137 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...