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Página 210 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered ; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Página 176 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 158 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Página 37 - And he commanded him to place his seat in Rome, as the spot most fitting to rule the world from; but also he permitted him to have his seat in any other part of the world, and to judge and govern all Christians, Moors, Jews, Gentiles, and all other sects.
Página 128 - ... delicate texture, as to resemble silk ; pictures of animals, trees, and other natural objects, formed with feathers of different colours, disposed and mingled with such skill and elegance, as to rival the works of the pencil in truth and beauty of imitation.
Página 240 - Ne fearing savage beasts' more cruelty. Whilst we here, wretches, wail his private lack, And with vain vows do often call him back. But live thou there, still happy, happy spirit, And give us leave thee here thus to lament ! Not thee that dost thy heaven's joy inherit, But our own selves that here in dole are drent. Thus do we weep and wail, and wear our eyes, Mourning, in others, our own miseries.
Página 314 - And snatch'd them in celestial fire. Live well, and fear no sudden fate : When God calls Virtue to the grave. Alike 'tis justice, soon or late, Mercy alike to kill or save. Virtue unmov'd can hear the call, And face the flash that melts the ball.
Página 272 - And a hunting we will go. Away he goes, he flies the rout, Their steeds all spur and switch ; Some are thrown in, and some thrown out, And some thrown in the ditch : But a hunting we will go.
Página 3 - And king Solomon made two hundred targets of beaten gold: six hundred shekels of gold went to one target.
Página 320 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...

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