Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario
No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Abbey admiration amid Andrew Marvel beautiful beneath Bristol Bunyan Burke called chapel character charity Charles Chertsey Christian church churchyard cottage Cromwell daughter death delight died duties dwelling Edgeworthstown Edmund Burke England English engraved erected Eyam eyes faith father feeling garden genius Grace Grace Aguilar grave Gresham Gresham College Hampden happy heart Hill Hogarth honour Isaac Watts John John Bunyan John Hampden John Kyrle John Stow King labour Lady Lady Mary Grey letters lived London look Lord Maria Edgeworth memory mind Miss Edgeworth monument mother nature never noble painted painter parish passed Penn picture pilgrimage poet record remember residence royal says Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Gresham spirit stone stood Stow Street tell Thames things thought tomb Tower trees truth village walls wife William William Penn woman young
Página 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?
Página 47 - For a thousand years in thy sight, are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest 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.
Página 11 - Wilt thou leave thy sins and go to heaven, or have thy sins and go to hell...
Página 478 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Página 445 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 62 - Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord ; for they rest from their labours ; and their works do follow them, Rev.
Página 47 - Why art thou cast down, 0 my soul ? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God : for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Página 586 - Heavens ! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays...