Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Volumes 1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... poor a looks with an eye of envy and a heart of bitterness his wealthy neighbour . Misled by appearances , ang blasphemy in his bosom - the blasphemy of the bear if it extend not to that of the tongue - he entertains Lard thoughts of ...
... poor a looks with an eye of envy and a heart of bitterness his wealthy neighbour . Misled by appearances , ang blasphemy in his bosom - the blasphemy of the bear if it extend not to that of the tongue - he entertains Lard thoughts of ...
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... poor Frank lost the patronage of that family , for Miss Mary took a disgust against the man , which she could not perfectly overcome . He had , however , done it for the best , ' and that was his in- variable source of consolation under ...
... poor Frank lost the patronage of that family , for Miss Mary took a disgust against the man , which she could not perfectly overcome . He had , however , done it for the best , ' and that was his in- variable source of consolation under ...
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... poor fellow's spirit ; his honesty had never before been impeached , and confinement was a hard thing upon his habits , which , it certainly must be admitted , were of a most vagrant and erratic character . But it was not so . When we ...
... poor fellow's spirit ; his honesty had never before been impeached , and confinement was a hard thing upon his habits , which , it certainly must be admitted , were of a most vagrant and erratic character . But it was not so . When we ...
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... Poor people were hired to take upon them the sins of the departed , which they did by eating bread over the corpse , drinking a bowlful of beer or milk , and then accepting a sixpence , in consideration of which they became answerable ...
... Poor people were hired to take upon them the sins of the departed , which they did by eating bread over the corpse , drinking a bowlful of beer or milk , and then accepting a sixpence , in consideration of which they became answerable ...
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... poor hearts that mourn . If the parish master and his wife despised this little pauper - boy , and looked upon him as a mere caricature of bone and muscle , old Gaffer Strikland the pauper loved him , and delighted to hobble along with ...
... poor hearts that mourn . If the parish master and his wife despised this little pauper - boy , and looked upon him as a mere caricature of bone and muscle , old Gaffer Strikland the pauper loved him , and delighted to hobble along with ...
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Page 172 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Page 147 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 145 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 180 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Page 178 - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Page 272 - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Page 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Page 147 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 88 - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Page 148 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.