The Lollards: A Tale, Founded on the Persecutions which Marked the Early Part of the Fifteenth Century, Volumen2

Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822

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Página 45 - Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee; which thou hast wrought for them that...
Página 156 - Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go.'" " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Página 264 - Tis the essay of an untaught first love : Yet rude, unfashioned truth it does express ; 'Tis love just peeping in a hasty dress. Retire, fair creature, to your needful rest ; There's something noble labouring in my breast : This raging fire, which through the mass does move ; Shall purge my dross, and shall refine my love.
Página 33 - And he that blasphemeth the name of the LORD, he shall surely be put to death, and all the congregation shall certainly stone him : as well the stranger, as he that is born in the land, when he blasphemeth the name of the LORD, shall be put to death.
Página 336 - Fix'd in astonishment, I gaze upon thee ; Like one just blasted by a stroke from heaven, Who pants for breath, and stiffens, yet alive, In dreadful looks — a monument of wrath ! LUCIA.
Página 113 - But in vayne shee did conjure him To depart her presence soe ; Having a thousand tongues to allure him And but one to bid him goe : Where lipps invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks, as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay ; What boots, she say, Forgoe me now, come to me soone...
Página 205 - If thou wouldst here alledge, Thou art in years a boy ; So was Adonis, yet was he Fair Venus
Página 173 - Oh ! do not think, my lords, compassion thrown On a base low estate, on humble people, Less meritorious, than if you had favour'd The faults of great men; and indeed great men Have oftentimes great faults; he whom I plead for Is free; the soul of Innocence itself Is not more white: will you pity him ? I see it is in your eyes, 'tis a sweet sunbeam, Let it shine out...
Página 97 - ... wretchedness complain : For this, prosperity, with brighter ray In smiling contrast gilds our vital day. Thou too, sweet maid ! ere twice ten months are o'er, Shalt hail Palemon to his native shore, Where never interest shall divide us more.
Página 46 - For thou art my rock and my fortress ; therefore for thy name's sake lead me, and guide me.

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