Romance of London: Strange Stories, Scenes, and Remarkable Persons of the Great Town, כרך 1Fredrick Warne, 1872 |
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 89 - Giving no offence in any thing, that the ministry be not blamed; but in all things approving ourselves as the ministers of God, in much patience, in afflictions, in necessities, in distresses, in stripes, in imprisonments...
עמוד 483 - I did consider whether it was not better for me a while to suppress it ; being thus doubtful in my chamber, one fair day in the summer, my casement being opened towards the south, the sun shining clear, and no wind stirring, I took my book De Veritate in my hand, and kneeling on my knees, devoutly said these words : — "' O thou eternal God, Author of the light which now shines upon me, and giver of all inward illuminations, I do beseech Thee of...
עמוד 158 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel, by divine command, With rising tempests shakes a guilty land (Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
עמוד 174 - As I went by, the Protestants were plundering the Sessions-House at the Old Bailey. There were not, I believe, a hundred; but they did their work at leisure, in full security, without sentinels, without trepidation, as men lawfully employed, in full day: Such is the cowardice of a commercial place.
עמוד 483 - Veritate ; if it be for Thy glory, I beseech Thee, give me some sign from heaven; if not, I shall suppress it.
עמוד 140 - Knipp took us all in. and brought to us Nelly, a most pretty woman, who acted the great part of 'Coelia' to-day very fine, and did it pretty well; I kissed her. and so did my wife, and a mighty pretty soul she is.
עמוד 22 - Siraf, embarked for India, with his sole property, a cat : " There he fortunately 'arrived, at a time when the palace was so infested by mice or rats,. that they invaded the king's food, and persons were employed to drive them from the royal banquet. Keis produced his cat, the noxious animals soon disappeared, and magnificent rewards were bestowed on the adventurer of...
עמוד 122 - I find the Duke of Albemarle at dinner with sorry company, some of his officers of the Army: dirty dishes and a nasty wife at table, and bad meat, of which I made but an ill dinner.
עמוד 360 - And among these nations shalt thou find no ease, neither shall the sole of thy foot have rest: but the Lord shall give thee there a trembling heart, and failing of eyes, and sorrow of mind: and thy life shall hang in doubt before thee ; and thou shalt fear day and night, and shalt have none assurance of thy life: in the morning thou shalt say, Would God it were even!
עמוד 163 - twas moulder'd into dust, ' Yet, yet, (she cried) I follow thee ! ' My death, my death alone can show The pure, the lasting love I bore: Accept, O Heaven ! of woes like ours, And let us, let us weep no more.