(A) Parochial History of Enstone, in the County of Oxford: Bring an Attempt to Exemplify the Compilation of Parochial Histories from Antiquarian Remains, Ecclesiastical Structures and Monuments, Ancient and Modern Documents, Manorial Records ... &c., &c

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J.R. Smith, 1857 - 465 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 117 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth : But higher far my proud pretensions rise ; The son of parents passed into the skies.
Pàgina 128 - His thoughts are wonderfully suited to tragedy, but frequently lost in such a cloud of words, that it is hard to see the beauty of them ; there is an infinite fire in his works, but so involved in smoke, that it does not appear in half its lustre.
Pàgina 376 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Pàgina 254 - Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, The Lord knoweth them that are his.
Pàgina xiv - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Pàgina 252 - Elizabeth, by the grace of God Queen of England, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith etc.
Pàgina 184 - And when any is passing out of this life, a bell shall be tolled, and the minister shall not then slack to do his last duty. And after the party's death, (if it so fall out,) there shall be rung no more but one short peal, and one other before the burial, and one other after the burial.
Pàgina 128 - tis no longer feigned, 'tis real love, Where nature triumphs over wretched art; We only warm the head, but you the heart. Always you warm! and if the rising year, As in hot regions, bring the 'sun too near, Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow, Which in our colder climates will not grow.

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