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4. oldal
... thousand marks of silver . But these regula- tions would have been impotent and nugatory , had not the licentious nobles been awed by the sword of the civil power . A sudden alarm from the bell of the Capitol could still summon to the ...
... thousand marks of silver . But these regula- tions would have been impotent and nugatory , had not the licentious nobles been awed by the sword of the civil power . A sudden alarm from the bell of the Capitol could still summon to the ...
5. oldal
... thousand florins ; and scandalous were the abuses if in four or five months the amount of the salt duty could be trebled by his judicious economy . After thus restoring the forces and finances of the republic , the tribune recalled the ...
... thousand florins ; and scandalous were the abuses if in four or five months the amount of the salt duty could be trebled by his judicious economy . After thus restoring the forces and finances of the republic , the tribune recalled the ...
11. oldal
... thousand Romans returned without honour or effect from the attack of Marino ; and his ven- geance was amused by painting his enemies , their heads downwards , and drowning two dogs ( at least they should have been bears ) as the repre ...
... thousand Romans returned without honour or effect from the attack of Marino ; and his ven- geance was amused by painting his enemies , their heads downwards , and drowning two dogs ( at least they should have been bears ) as the repre ...
15. oldal
... thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit , or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on ...
... thousand other themes less deeply traced . Thy nightly visits to my chamber made , That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid ; Thy morning bounties ere I left my home , The biscuit , or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on ...
22. oldal
... thousand pounds a year , I should have no more of my own than if I had but twopence in all the world . For it is only committed to my care for a season , to be employed and improved to the best advantage , and will be called for again ...
... thousand pounds a year , I should have no more of my own than if I had but twopence in all the world . For it is only committed to my care for a season , to be employed and improved to the best advantage , and will be called for again ...
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100. oldal - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
191. oldal - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
401. oldal - This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
90. oldal - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
192. oldal - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
90. oldal - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
96. oldal - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream,! To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
18. oldal - Lords and Commons of England, consider what nation it is whereof ye are and whereof ye are the governors : a nation not slow and dull, but of a quick, ingenious, and piercing spirit, acute to invent, subtle and sinewy to discourse, not beneath the reach of any point the highest that human capacity can soar to.
100. oldal - Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
91. oldal - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! I bit my arm, I sucked .the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!