The Renfrewshire annual, ed. by mrs. Maxwellmrs Maxwell Murray & Stewart and John Neilson., 1842 |
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Sivu 181 - Angling ; of which he would say, 'it was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent'; for Angling was, after tedious study, 'a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness ; and that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it.
Sivu 119 - On hearing that his son, the Duke of Anjou, left as hostage, had broken faith, the King, says the writer, resolved at once to go back, and constitute himself prisoner at London ; replying to all the objections of his council, that' if good faith were banished from the rest of the world, it should be found in the mouths of kings.
Sivu 150 - ... once more to recant; but he, facing the people, denied having any desire to offend or lead astray the faithful by hypocritical and wicked recantation, protesting at the same time his innocence. Then he was forced to descend from his seat, and the bishops, taking the chalice from his hands, said, "O cursed Judas, who having forsaken the counsel of peace art entered into that of the Jews, we take this chalice from thee in which is the blood of Jesus Christ.
Sivu 184 - ... of the meede floures, that makyth him hungry; he hereth the melodyous armony of fowles ; he seeth the yonge swannes, heerons, duckes, cotes, and many other fowles...
Sivu 46 - They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more ; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes...
Sivu 183 - In a morning up we rise, Ere Aurora's peeping : Drink a cup to wash our eyes, Leave the sluggard sleeping : Then we go To and fro, With our knacks At our backs, To such streams As the Thames, If we have the leisure. When we please to walk abroad For our recreation, In the fields is our...
Sivu 114 - His conquests were easy, and without bloodshed : the people easily submitted, and gratefully elevated to the rank of a god the hero who taught them the use of the vine, the cultivation of the earth, and the manner of making honey.
Sivu 303 - ... affixed to the lock. Abou Mousa inquired of the people of Sus what precious article was guarded with such care in this chamber. They assured him that he would not regard it as a desirable object of plunder ; but his curiosity was roused, and he caused the lock to be broken, and the door to be opened. In the chamber he beheld a stone of considerable dimensions hollowed out into the form of a coffin, and in that the body of a dead man, wrapped in a shroud or winding sheet of gold brocade.
Sivu 183 - Oh ! the gallant fisher's life, It is the best of any ; 'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife, And 'tis beloved by many : Other joys Are but toys, Only this Lawful is ; For our skill Breeds no ill, But content and pleasure.
Sivu 278 - And sorrowful was Lambton's heir : " My sinful act," said he, " This curse hath on the country brought ; Be it mine to set it free." Deep in the dell, in a ruined hut, Far from the homes of men, There dwelt a witch the peasants called Old Elspat of the Glen. 'Twas a dark night, and the stormy wind Howled with a hollow moan, As through tangled copsewood, bush, and briar, He sought the aged crone. She sat on a low and three-legged stool, Beside a dying fire ; As he lifted the latch she stirred the...