The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Том 11859 |
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... gave new year's gifts to her majesty ; consisting , in general , either of a sum of money , or jewels , trinkets , wearing appa- rel , & c . The largest sum given by any of the temporal lords was 207 .; but the archbishop of Canterbury gave ...
... gave new year's gifts to her majesty ; consisting , in general , either of a sum of money , or jewels , trinkets , wearing appa- rel , & c . The largest sum given by any of the temporal lords was 207 .; but the archbishop of Canterbury gave ...
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... gave him the eucharist , and Simeon by degrees swal- lowed a few lettuce leaves and other herbs . He passed twenty - six Lents in the same manner . In the first part of a Lent he prayed standing ; growing weaker he prayed sitting ; and ...
... gave him the eucharist , and Simeon by degrees swal- lowed a few lettuce leaves and other herbs . He passed twenty - six Lents in the same manner . In the first part of a Lent he prayed standing ; growing weaker he prayed sitting ; and ...
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... gave it as his opinion that the foundation was giving way and that the house was tumbling down , occasioned by the too great weight of an additional room erected above : " so ready , " says the narrative , " are we to discover natu- ral ...
... gave it as his opinion that the foundation was giving way and that the house was tumbling down , occasioned by the too great weight of an additional room erected above : " so ready , " says the narrative , " are we to discover natu- ral ...
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... gave him to understand that he was an inhabitant of those deserts , and one of the sort whom the deluded gentiles adored for gods . " Ribade- neira describes this satyr as with writhed nostrils , two little horns on his forehead , and ...
... gave him to understand that he was an inhabitant of those deserts , and one of the sort whom the deluded gentiles adored for gods . " Ribade- neira describes this satyr as with writhed nostrils , two little horns on his forehead , and ...
Сторінка 119
... gave to them bread , or other feeding , such they ( the pigs ) would know , watch for , and daily follow , whining till they had somewhat given them : where- upon was raised a proverb , Such an one will follow such an one , and whine as ...
... gave to them bread , or other feeding , such they ( the pigs ) would know , watch for , and daily follow , whining till they had somewhat given them : where- upon was raised a proverb , Such an one will follow such an one , and whine as ...
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Сторінка 797 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Сторінка 137 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 715 - ... the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Сторінка 715 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Сторінка 797 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Сторінка 97 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Сторінка 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Сторінка 389 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Сторінка 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Сторінка 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.