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Metrical Legends of Northumberland: Containing the Traditions of ...
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página 119 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found. Among the faithless faithful only he : Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number, nor example with him wrought To 'swerve from truth, or change his constant mind Though single.
Página 55 - With massive arches broad and round, That rose alternate, row and row, On ponderous columns, short and low, Built ere the art was known, By pointed aisle, and shafted stalk, The arcades of an alley'd walk To emulate in stone.
Página 135 - AN ancient story I'll tell you anon Of a notable prince that was called King John ; And he ruled England with main and with might, For he did great wrong, and maintained little right. And I'll tell you a story, a story so merry, Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury; How for his house-keeping and high renown, They rode post for him to fair London town.
Página 98 - Upon a mushroom's head Our tablecloth we spread ; A grain of rye or wheat Is manchet which we eat; Pearly drops of dew we drink, In acorn cups fill'd to the brink.
Página 128 - This easy and universal belief, so expressive of the sense of mankind, may be ascribed to the genuine merit of the fable itself. We imperceptibly advance from youth to age, without observing the gradual, but incessant change of human affairs ; and even in our larger experience of history, the imagination, is accustomed by a perpetual series of causes and effects, to unite the most distant revolutions.
Página 53 - Here charity hath fix'd her chosen seat, Oft listening tearful when the wild winds beat, With hollow bodings round your ancient walls : And pity, at the dark and stormy hour Of midnight, when the moon is hid on high, Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tower, And turns her ear to each expiring cry ; Blest if her aid some fainting wretch might save, And snatch him cold and speechless from the wave.
Página 127 - When the emperor Decius persecuted the Christians, seven noble youths of Ephesus concealed themselves in a spacious cavern in the side of an adjacent mountain where they were doomed to perish by the tyrant, who gave orders that the entrance should be firmly secured with a pile of huge stones.
Página 98 - For this place is fairy ground. When mortals are at rest And snoring in their nest, Unheard and unespied, Through key-holes we do glide; Over tables, stools and shelves, We trip it with our fairy elves. And, if the house be foul...
Página 100 - Danced ful oft in many a grene mede. This was the old opinion as I rede ; I speke of many hundred yeres ago ; But now can no man see non elves mo, For now the grete charitee and prayeres Of limitoures and other holy freres, That serchen every land and every streme, As thikke as motes in the sonne beme...