The Loseley Manuscripts: Manuscripts and Other Rare Documents, Illustrative of Some of the More Minute Particulars of English History, Biography, and Manners, from the Reign of Henry VIII, to that of James I., Preserved in the Muniment Room of James More Molyneux, Esq. at Loseley House, in Surrey ... Now First Edited, with Notes

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Alfred John Kempe
J. Murray, 1836 - 506 עמודים
 

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עמוד 82 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
עמוד 325 - Dr. Donne, I have invited you to dinner, and though you sit not down with me, yet I will carve to you of a dish that I know you love well ; for knowing you love London, I do therefore make you Dean of Paul's ; and when I have dined, then do you take your beloved dish home to your study, say grace there to yourself, and much good may it do you.
עמוד 145 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
עמוד 393 - The king falls into a passion of tears, On my soul, More, I wot not what to do ; thou art a wise man, help me in this great strait, and thou shalt find thou dost it for a thankful master ; with other sad expressions.
עמוד 82 - ... of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage. Blood must be my body's balmer; No other balm will there be given; Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth towards the land of heaven, Over the silver mountains, Where spring the nectar fountains: There will I kiss The bowl of bliss; And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill. My soul will be a-dry before; But...
עמוד 115 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate" by his side come hot from hell , Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men , groaning for burial.
עמוד 351 - 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 351 - ... me, that I took my petition as granted, and that I had the sign I demanded, whereupon also I resolved to print my book. This, how strange soever it may seem, I protest before the Eternal God is true, neither am I...
עמוד 389 - Monday came, all was well. Tuesday came, he not sick. Wednesday came, and still he was well ; with which his impertinent wife did much twit him in the teeth.
עמוד 351 - O thou eternal God, Author of the light which now shines upon me, and giver of all inward illuminations, I do beseech Thee of Thy infinite goodness to pardon a greater request than a sinner ought to make ; I am not satisfied enough whether I shall publish this book De Veritate ; if it be to Thy glory, I beseech Thee give me some sign from heaven ; if not, I shall suppress it.

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