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Page 362 - Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Page 333 - But first, whom shall we send In search of this new world ; whom shall we find Sufficient? who shall tempt with wandering feet The dark, unbottomed, infinite abyss, And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his airy flight, Upborne with indefatigable wings, Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive
Page 75 - When it raineth it is his pent-house; when it bloweth it is his tent ; when it freezeth it is his tabernacle. In summer he can wear it loose, in winter he can wrap it close ; at all times he can use it ; never heavy, never cumbersome.
Page 341 - ... matter concerning the stopping of Sandwich haven. Among others came in before him an old man with a white head, and one that was thought to be little less than a hundred years old.
Page 365 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit, For a patriot too cool, for a drudge disobedient, And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed, or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 75 - ... a fit house for an outlaw, a meet bed for a rebel, and an apt cloak for a thief...
Page 160 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Page 137 - In Ireland a wake is a midnight meeting, held professedly for the indulgence of holy sorrow, but usually it is converted into orgies of unholy joy.
Page 126 - He lays it before the English reader as a specimen of manners and characters, which are, perhaps, unknown in England. Indeed, the domestic habits of no nation in Europe were less known to the English than those of their sister country, till within these few years.