Pilgrimages to English shrines, with notes and illustr. by F.W. Fairholt

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Page 93 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
Page 108 - Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
Page 11 - Wilt thou leave thy sins and go to heaven, or have thy sins and go to hell...
Page 47 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Page 62 - Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord ; for they rest from their labours ; and their works do follow them, Rev.
Page 236 - Here he dwelt in a family, which, for piety, order, harmony, and every virtue, was a house of God. Here he had the privilege of a country recess, the fragrant bower, the spreading lawn, the flowery garden, and other advantages to...
Page 237 - ... for children he condescended to lay aside the scholar, the philosopher, and the wit, to write little poems of devotion, and systems of instruction, adapted to their wants and capacities, from the dawn of reason through its gradations of advance in the morning of life.
Page 288 - never drew a more ludicrous distortion, both of attitude and physiognomy, than this effect occasioned: nor was there wantin'g beside it one of those beautiful female faces which the same Hogarth, in whom the satirist never extinguished that love of beauty which belonged to him as a poet...
Page 87 - Whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him ? 1 St.
Page 88 - expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.

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