Transactions of the Historic Society of Lancashire and Cheshire for the Year ..., Volume 9

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Pedigrees and arms of various families of Lancashire and Cheshire are included in many of the volumes.

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Page 82 - tis the way too thither. How happy here should I, And one dear She, live, and embracing die ! She, who is all the world, and can exclude In deserts solitude. I should have then this only fear — Lest men, when they my pleasures see, Should hither throng to live like me, And so make a city here.
Page 231 - Arm, arm, and out! If this which he avouches does appear, There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be aweary of the sun And wish the estate o
Page 231 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 82 - Nothing is there to come, and nothing past; But an eternal NOW does always last.
Page 81 - I'll swear The blushing morning open'd not more fair. How could it be so fair, and you away? How could the trees be beauteous, flowers so gay? Could they remember but last year, How you did them, they you delight, The sprouting leaves which saw you here, And call'd their fellows to the sight, Would, looking round for the same sight in vain, Creep back into their silent barks again.
Page 82 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Page 227 - We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honored me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions 'from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M.
Page 228 - Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 227 - I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show : False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Page 229 - From those that wish the downfall of our house ! If any spark of life be yet remaining, Down, down to hell ; and say I sent thee thither : [Stabs him again.

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