Kirkbie-Kendall. Fragments Collected Relating to Its Ancient Streets and Yards: Church and Castle; Houses and InnsT. Wilson, 1900 - 455 pàgines |
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Pàgina 357 - And, having dropped the expected bag, pass on. He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch ! Cold and yet cheerful : messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some ; To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
Pàgina 263 - We may live without poetry, music and art, We may live without conscience, and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without, books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks.
Pàgina 196 - Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a. trumpet, and shew my people their transgression, and the house of Jacob their sins.
Pàgina 147 - For that's a Maiden's fee!" But they, instead of three, did give them half a score; And they, in kindness, gave them, gave them, gave them as many more. Then after an hour They went to a bower, And played for Ale and Cakes ; And kisses too ! Until they were due, The Lasses kept the stakes.
Pàgina 321 - A prison is a house of care. A place where none can thrive, A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive. Sometimes a place of right. Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among.
Pàgina 425 - We pass ; the path that each man trod Is dim, or will be dim, with weeds : What fame is left for human deeds In endless age ? It rests with God.
Pàgina 64 - The first he showed it to thought the word hatter tautologous, because followed by the words makes hats, which showed he was a hatter. It was struck out. The next observed that the word makes might as well be omitted, because his customers would not care who made the hats ; if good and to their mind they would buy, by whomsoever made. He struck it out. A third said he thought the words for ready money were useless, as it was not the custom of the place to sell on credit.
Pàgina 238 - Psalm, and then after certain prayers blessed the molten metal, and called upon the Lord to infuse into it his grace and overshadow it with his power, for the honour of the saint, to whom the bell was to be dedicated and whose name it was to bear.
Pàgina 25 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Pàgina 357 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright ; — He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spatter'd boots, strapp'd waist, and frozen locks ; News from all nations lumbering at his back.