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Passatges populars
Pàgina 191 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament: A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone," Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him; Sure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney stone!
Pàgina 258 - The increase of our revenue is the subject of our care, as much as our trade : — 'tis that must maintain our force, when twenty accidents may interrupt our trade: 'tis that must make us a nation in India...
Pàgina 240 - Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Is ever on himself, doth look on one, The least of nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever.
Pàgina 143 - State again is divided into counties, each to take care of what lies within its local bounds ; each county again into townships or wards, to manage minuter details ; and every ward into farms, to be governed each by its individual proprietor. Were we directed from Washington when to sow, and when to reap, we should soon want bread.
Pàgina 155 - Britain; and that the King's Majesty, by and with the advice and consent of the Lords spiritual and temporal and Commons of Great Britain in Parliament assembled, had, hath and of right ought to have, full power and authority to make laws and statutes of sufficient force and validity to bind the colonies and people of America, subjects of the Crown of Great Britain in all cases whatsoever.
Pàgina 325 - I'll fall a corse — ere mount his bridal bed ! So choose betwixt my rescue and my grave ; — And quickly too ! The hour of sacrifice Is near ! Anon the immolating priest Will summon me ! Devise some speedy means To cheat the altar of its victim. Do it ! Nor leave the task to me ! Wal.
Pàgina 394 - But like a steddy ship doth strongly part The raging waves and keeps her course aright; Ne aught for tempest doth from it depart, Ne aught for fairer weather's false delight. Such self-assurance need not fear the...
Pàgina 54 - An Act to remove Doubts respecting the Eligibility of Persons in Holy Orders to sit in the House of Commons; and Proof of the Celebration of any Religious Service by such Person, according to the Rites of the Church of Rome, shall be deemed and taken to be prima facie Evidence of the Fact of such Person being in Holy Orders, within the Intent and Meaning of this Act.
Pàgina 500 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Pàgina 190 - THE Groves of Blarney They look so charming, Down by the purling Of sweet silent streams. Being banked with posies, That spontaneous grow there, Planted in order By the sweet rock close.