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Page 221 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Page 106 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Page 218 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man — be virtuous — be religious — be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Page 222 - his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
Page 44 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Page 82 - It strange, dear author, yet it true is, That, down from Pharamond to Louis, All covet life, yet call it pain: All feel the ill, yet shun the cure: Can sense this paradox endure? Resolve me, Cambray, or Fontaine. The man in graver tragic known (Though his best part long since was done) Still on the stage desires to tarry: And he who play'd the Harlequin, After the jest still loads the scene Unwilling to retire, though weary.
Page 118 - This humble individual practised in real life the virtues with which fiction has invested the imaginary character of JEA.NIE DEANS, refusing the slightest departure from veracity, even to save the life of her sister. She nevertheless showed her kindness and fortitude in rescuing her from the severity of the law, at the expense of personal exertions which the time rendered as difficult as the motive was laudable. , Respect the grave of poverty, when combined with the love of truth and dear affection.
Page 68 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Page 86 - My wound is deep ; I fain would sleep ; Take thou the vanguard of the three, And hide me by the braken bush, That grows on yonder lilye lee.
Page 69 - I have not heard a word since you said so and so,' being sure to mention a circumstance behind that at which he had really halted. He then took up the thread with his habitual smile of courtesy, as if forgetting his case entirely in the consideration of the lady's infirmity.