London Society, Volume 35

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William Clowes and Sons, 1879
 

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Pagina 222 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Pagina 122 - Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue, Unknightly, traitor-hearted! Woe is me! Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow'd of the power in his eye That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art, For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence But, if thou...
Pagina 477 - My soul shall be satisfied, even as it were with marrow and fatness : when my mouth praiseth thee with joyful lips. 7 Have I not remembered thee in my bed : and thought upon thee when I was waking ? 8 Because thou hast been my helper : therefore under the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice.
Pagina 400 - Nevertheless he can use Tools, can devise Tools : with these the granite mountain melts into light dust before him ; he kneads glowing iron, as if it were soft paste; seas are his smooth highway, winds and fire his unwearying steeds. Nowhere do you find him without Tools : without Tools he is nothing, with Tools he is all.
Pagina 122 - His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Pagina 31 - Every year my heart becomes more fixed in this dear paradise, and so much more so now, that all has become my dearest Albert's own creation, own work, own building, own laying out, as at Osborne, and his great taste, and the impress of his dear hand, have been stamped everywhere.
Pagina 246 - It's — it's — the five hundred pounds !' Mrs. Moyse and Bessie looked at him as if he had taken leave of his senses.
Pagina 162 - Britain's isle resounds, To him whose goodness to the poor abounds. Long shall his name in British annals shine, And grateful ages offer at his shrine : By this our trade are thousands daily fed, By it supplied with means to earn their bread, In various forms our trade its work imparts, In different methods, and by different arts ; Preserves from starving indigents distress'd, As combers, spinners, weavers, and the rest.
Pagina 571 - I praise Thee while my days go on ; I love Thee while my days go on : Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost, With emptied arms and treasure lost, I thank Thee while my days go on.
Pagina 162 - Shepherd and Shepherdess. Shepherd Swains. Woolsorters on horseback, with ornamented caps and various coloured slivers. Comb Makers. Charcoal Burners. Combers' Colours. Band. Woolcombers, with wool wigs, &c. Band. Dyers, with red cockades, blue aprons, and crossed slivers of red and blue. The...

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