Payne's universum, or pictorial world: engravings of views, portraits [&c.] ed. [with descriptive letterpress] by C. Edwards, Volume 2

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Page 15 - So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still ; and three nights after this, About the hour of eight, which he himself Foretold should be his last, full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Page 15 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipswich, and Oxford!
Page 15 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Page 71 - Whose rivulets are like rich brides, Lovely, with gold beneath their tides ; Whose sandal groves and bowers of spice Might be a Peri's Paradise ! But crimson now her rivers ran With human blood — the smell of death Came reeking from those spicy bowers, And man, the sacrifice of man, Mingled his taint with every breath Upwafted from the innocent flowers...
Page 15 - Kath. Yes, good Griffith ; I were malicious else. Grif. This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 105 - I received your letter with indignation, and with scorn return you this answer; that I cannot but wonder whence you should gather any hopes that I should prove, like you...
Page 91 - ... between you and it. And so it is throughout the south and west of Ireland ; the traveller is haunted by the face of the popular starvation. It is not tbe exception, it is the condition of the people.
Page 15 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues * We write in water.
Page 97 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Page 91 - It is not the exception, it is the condition of the people. In this fairest and richest of countries, men are suffering and starving by millions. There are thousands of them at this minute stretched in the sunshine at their cabin doors with no work, scarcely any food, no hope seemingly. Strong countrymen are lying in bed "for the hunger " — because a man lying on his back does not need so much food as a person a-foot.

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