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Page 240 - RIDE. OF all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, — On Apuleius's Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar's horse of brass, Witch astride of a human back, Islam's prophet on Al-Borak, — The strangest ride that ever was sped...
Page 220 - Here Lies the Body of Mr XEHEMIAH ROY CE Who Departed This Life Feb (?)— AD 1791 In the both Year of His Age Behold and see, as you pass by As you are now, so once was I. As I am now so you must be. Prepare for death and follow me.
Page 36 - ... to sail to all parts, countries, and seas of the east, of the west, and of the north...
Page 12 - And further, by these, my son, be admonished : of making many books there is no end ; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.
Page 37 - Cabot, and he is styled the great admiral. Vast honour is paid him; he dresses in silk, and these English run after him like mad people, so that he can enlist as many of them as he pleases, and a number of our own rogues besides.
Page 203 - They rested there, escaped awhile From cares that wear the life away, To eat the lotus of the Nile And drink the poppies of Cathay...
Page 276 - Cotton Mather came galloping down All the way to Newbury town, With his eyes agog and his ears set wide, And his marvellous inkhorn at his side ; Stirring the while in the shallow pool Of his brains for the lore he learned at school...
Page 297 - When the barley-harvest is ripe and shorn, And the dry husks fall from the standing corn; As long as Nature shall not grow old, Nor drop her work from her doting hold...
Page 169 - Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver'd by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab : Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,* For the ingredients of our cauldron.