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... . Arbuthnot . -'D.N.B . ' Pub . anon . in 1734 , with an advertisement that it had been written several years 66 What's not destroy'd by Time's devouring hand ? Where's Troy 4 [ 10 S. VII . JAN . 5 , 1907 . NOTES AND QUERIES .
... . Arbuthnot . -'D.N.B . ' Pub . anon . in 1734 , with an advertisement that it had been written several years 66 What's not destroy'd by Time's devouring hand ? Where's Troy 4 [ 10 S. VII . JAN . 5 , 1907 . NOTES AND QUERIES .
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... hand gave the balmy corrector Of ills which the other had brewed- One draught from thy chalice of nectar All taste of thy bitter subdued . ' Tis gone with its thorns and its roses ! With mine tears more precious may mix To hallow this ...
... hand gave the balmy corrector Of ills which the other had brewed- One draught from thy chalice of nectar All taste of thy bitter subdued . ' Tis gone with its thorns and its roses ! With mine tears more precious may mix To hallow this ...
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... hand gave the balmy corrector Of ills which the other had brewed- One draught from thy chalice of nectar All taste of thy bitter subdued . ' Tis gone with its thorns and its roses ! With mine tears more precious may mix To hallow this ...
... hand gave the balmy corrector Of ills which the other had brewed- One draught from thy chalice of nectar All taste of thy bitter subdued . ' Tis gone with its thorns and its roses ! With mine tears more precious may mix To hallow this ...
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... Hand- the orthography varied during the Middle book for Lincolnshire , ' 1890 , p . 129 ) , but Ages . When the modern form succeeded in ousting other variants seems uncertain . 6 M. P. WEST INDIAN MILITARY RECORDS ( 10 S. vi . 428 ...
... Hand- the orthography varied during the Middle book for Lincolnshire , ' 1890 , p . 129 ) , but Ages . When the modern form succeeded in ousting other variants seems uncertain . 6 M. P. WEST INDIAN MILITARY RECORDS ( 10 S. vi . 428 ...
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Página 217 - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
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Página 241 - But he shall receive an hundred-fold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions; and in the world to come eternal life.
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Página 320 - I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd—. How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.