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Strana 115 - We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Strana 55 - You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage, and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once 'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen...
Strana 65 - Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook.
Strana xi - Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
Strana 167 - Far other times our fathers' grandsires knew, A virtuous race, to godliness devote. What though the sceptic's scorn hath dared to soil The record of their fame ! what though the men Of worldly minds have dared to stigmatize The sister-cause, Religion and the Law, With Superstition's name ! yet, yet their deeds, Their constancy in torture and in death, — These on Tradition's tongue still live ; these shall On History's honest page be pictured bright To latest times. Perhaps some bard, whose muse...
Strana xi - ... back to Frankfort, to the house of a family of most kind friends, where every attention and care was lavishly bestowed. In vain. She took to her bed the very day of her arrival, and never rose from it again ; she became daily weaker, and in three weeks from that time her sufferings ceased for ever.
Strana 248 - When shall I not think of thee?" he passionately rejoined. "Oh, Marie, Marie ! I thought separation on earth the worst agony that could befall me ; but what — what is it compared to the eternal one of death ? " "No, no; not eternal, Arthur. In heaven I feel there is no distinction of creed or faith ; we shall all love God and one another there, and earth's fearful distinctions can never come between us. I know such is not the creed of thy people, nor of some of mine ; but when thou standest on...

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