City news notes and queries [afterw.] Manchester notes and queries. Ed. by J.H. Nodal. Vol.1-8 [issued in 33 pt. Wanting pt.1,5].

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Página 117 - A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. A
Página 82 - That we on earth with undiscording voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did, till disproportioned sin Jarred against Nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed In perfect diapason, while they stood In first obedience and
Página 168 - ' If this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to naught. But if it be of God ye cannot overthrow it, lest haply ye be found even to fight against God.
Página 81 - seen ? There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands Like clouds they shape themselves and
Página 136 - of Mecca ; and she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Página 132 - Stood breast high amid the corn, Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush Deeply ripened—such a blush In the midst of brown was born— Like red poppies grown with corn. I
Página 309 - Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern, unseen before, A path to higher destinies. Nor deem the irrevocable past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If rising on its wrecks, at last, To something nobler we attain.
Página 304 - as follows :— I held it truth with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 107 - taken from hence to the place from whence you came, and from thence to the place of execution on Saturday next, where you are to be burnt until you be dead, and the Lord have mercy on your soul
Página 317 - When I am dead, good wench, Let me be used with honour ; strew me over With maiden flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste wife to my grave ; embalm me. Then lay me forth ; although unqueen'd, yet like

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