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... JAMES MILLER , sergeant , ( lately come from the frontiers of Portugal ) master of the noble science of defence , hearing in most places where I have been of the great fame of Timothy Buck , of London , mas- ter of the said science , do ...
... JAMES MILLER , sergeant , ( lately come from the frontiers of Portugal ) master of the noble science of defence , hearing in most places where I have been of the great fame of Timothy Buck , of London , mas- ter of the said science , do ...
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... James Miller , not in regard to Miller himself , but in that , as the fame went about , he had fought Parkes , of Coventry . The acceptance of the combat ran in these words : ' I TIMOTHY BUCK , of Clare - market , master of the noble ...
... James Miller , not in regard to Miller himself , but in that , as the fame went about , he had fought Parkes , of Coventry . The acceptance of the combat ran in these words : ' I TIMOTHY BUCK , of Clare - market , master of the noble ...
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... James Miller , sergeant , who have tra- velled parts abroad , and came last from the frontiers of Portugal , for the love of Elizabeth Preston , do assert , that the said Elizabeth is the fairest of women . ' Then the answer ; I Timothy ...
... James Miller , sergeant , who have tra- velled parts abroad , and came last from the frontiers of Portugal , for the love of Elizabeth Preston , do assert , that the said Elizabeth is the fairest of women . ' Then the answer ; I Timothy ...
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... James Miller's chal- Business ( men of ) their error in similitudes .. 436 443 421 Of learning fittest for it ...... 469 Bussy d'Amboise , a story of him .................. . 467 CESAR lost his life by neglecting a Roman augur's cau ...
... James Miller's chal- Business ( men of ) their error in similitudes .. 436 443 421 Of learning fittest for it ...... 469 Bussy d'Amboise , a story of him .................. . 467 CESAR lost his life by neglecting a Roman augur's cau ...
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... Miller ( James ) his challenge to Timothy Buck ..... 436 Milton , his vast genius .... His poem of Il Penseroso ...... .................................................................
... Miller ( James ) his challenge to Timothy Buck ..... 436 Milton , his vast genius .... His poem of Il Penseroso ...... .................................................................
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Página 363 - I have set the LORD always before me : because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved.
Página 349 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 218 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 368 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and everduring dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 142 - Softly on my eyelids laid ; And, as I wake, sweet music breathe Above, about, or underneath, Sent by some spirit to mortals good, Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Página 369 - To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved Thy prime decree?
Página 74 - He can converse with a picture, and find an agreeable companion in a statue. He meets with a secret refreshment in a description, and often feels a greater satisfaction in the prospect of fields and meadows, than another does in the possession. It gives him indeed a kind of property in every thing he sees, and makes the most rude uncultivated parts of nature administer to his pleasures: so that he looks upon the world, as it were, in another light, and discovers in it a multitude of charms, that...
Página 71 - OUR sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.
Página 349 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Página 218 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade...