A Dictionary of the English Language: In which the Words are Deduced from Their Originals, and Illustrated in Their Different Significations, by Examples from the Best Writers, to which are Prefixed a History of the Language, and an English Grammar |
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This blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries What sacrilege hath such a saint disgrac'
d ? To me for justice . Shakspeare . Sidney . I sacribe to the Lord all that openeth
the Then ' gan a cursed hard the quiet womb matrix , being males . Exodus .
This blood , like sacrificing Abel's , cries What sacrilege hath such a saint disgrac'
d ? To me for justice . Shakspeare . Sidney . I sacribe to the Lord all that openeth
the Then ' gan a cursed hard the quiet womb matrix , being males . Exodus .
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That which was mentioned before . act of curing : Do but think how well the same
he spends , Consider well the member , and , if you have Who spends his blood
his country to relieve . no probable hope of sanation , cut it off quickly . Daniel .
That which was mentioned before . act of curing : Do but think how well the same
he spends , Consider well the member , and , if you have Who spends his blood
his country to relieve . no probable hope of sanation , cut it off quickly . Daniel .
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That mind is truly duction of blood ; the conversion of the great , and only that ,
which stands above the chyle in the blood . power of all exirinsick violence ;
which keep site self a distinct principality , independ ” nt upon che Since the
lungs are ...
That mind is truly duction of blood ; the conversion of the great , and only that ,
which stands above the chyle in the blood . power of all exirinsick violence ;
which keep site self a distinct principality , independ ” nt upon che Since the
lungs are ...
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An impertinent or petus , A savageness in unreclaimed blood lant fellow . Of
general assault . Sbakspeare . The foolish old poet says , that the souls of Wolves
and bears , they say , sonie women are made of sea - water : this has Casting
their ...
An impertinent or petus , A savageness in unreclaimed blood lant fellow . Of
general assault . Sbakspeare . The foolish old poet says , that the souls of Wolves
and bears , they say , sonie women are made of sea - water : this has Casting
their ...
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[ Irish and Erse . ] Surface such a face as yours were . Sbakspeare . Scots are like
witches : do but whet your pen , Scratcb'till the blood come , they ' ll not hurt
Neither should that odious custom be allowed , you of cutting scraws , which is
laying ...
[ Irish and Erse . ] Surface such a face as yours were . Sbakspeare . Scots are like
witches : do but whet your pen , Scratcb'till the blood come , they ' ll not hurt
Neither should that odious custom be allowed , you of cutting scraws , which is
laying ...
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Page 23 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
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Page 135 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
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Page 135 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 14 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
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