The beauties of England and Wales: or, Delineations, topographical, historical, and descriptive, of each county, כרך 18,חלק 1

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עמוד 260 - Being thus doubtful in my chamber one fair day in the summer, my casement being open towards the south, the sun shining clear, and no wind stirring, I took my book, 'De Veritate...
עמוד 667 - Take, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear : Take that best gift which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form : she bow'd to taste the wave, And died.
עמוד 138 - Demosthenes) was the most silent man, the merest statue of a man that I have ever seen. I once dined in company with him, and all he said during the whole time was no more than Rjchard.
עמוד 247 - May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
עמוד 260 - This, how strange soever it may seem, I protest before the eternal God is true, neither am I any way superstitiously deceived herein, since I did not only clearly hear the noise, but in the serenest sky that ever I saw, being without all cloud, did to my thinking see the place from whence it came.
עמוד 417 - That all whisperers of lies and scandal, be taken for their authors. 11. That all repeaters of such lies, and scandal, be shunned by all company ; — except such as have been guilty of the same crime. NB Several men of no character, old women and young ones of questioned reputation, are great authors of lies in these places, being of the sect of levellers.
עמוד 296 - since you are for the Plain Dealer, there he is for you,' pushing Mr Wycherly towards her.
עמוד 247 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
עמוד 260 - I had no sooner spoken these words, but a loud, though yet gentle noise came from the heavens (for it was like nothing on earth), which did so comfort and cheer me that I took my petition as granted, and that I had the sign I demanded, whereupon, also, I resolved to print my book.
עמוד 439 - ... beneath. In the midst of the grove was a fine lawn, sloping down towards the house, near the summit of which rose a plentiful spring, gushing out of a rock covered with firs, and forming a constant cascade of about thirty...

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