Alvondown vicarage [by R.M. Roche].

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Pagina 210 - I REQUIRE and charge you both, as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment, why ye may not be lawfully joined together in Matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well assured, that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God's Word doth allow are not joined together by God; neither is their Matrimony lawful.
Pagina 263 - Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets, hail ! Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks ! Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep ! Delicious is your shelter to the soul, As to the hunted hart the sallying spring...
Pagina 101 - Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's glowing hand supply, A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray?
Pagina 210 - I require and charge you both (as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment , when the secrets of all hearts shall be discl os ed), that if either of you know any impediment why ye may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess it; for be ye well assured, that so many as are coupled together otherwise than as God's word doth allow, are not joined together by God, neither is their matrimony lawful.
Pagina 87 - Those by this fatal day Are blasted all — But from my soul to banish, While weeping memory there retains her seat, Thoughts which the purest bosom might have cherish'd, Once my delight, now even in anguish charming, Is more, my lord, than I can promise.
Pagina 176 - Madam, indeed I know not how to go. Indulge my fondness — Let me watch a while By your sad bed, 'till these dread hours shall pass.
Pagina 34 - And feel that all thy joys are torn from me! ' Ah me ! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber, Recall my native country to my mind ! How oft regret will bid me sadly number Each lost delight, and dear friend left behind ! ' Wild Murcia's vales and loved romantic bowers, The river on whose banks a child I...

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