The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Months, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac ... for Daily Use and Diversio, Том 1R. Griffin and Company, 1839 |
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... fall into temptation . On the devil's return , the saint ínquired how he had sped ; and the devil answered very evil , for they were so holy that only one Theodistus would drink on this inform- ation Macarius found Theodistus under the ...
... fall into temptation . On the devil's return , the saint ínquired how he had sped ; and the devil answered very evil , for they were so holy that only one Theodistus would drink on this inform- ation Macarius found Theodistus under the ...
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... fall , " two wild heads , grey and horrible , issued thereout , which stank so sore , that the people that were there were envenomed by the space of two hours , and never after perished ship there ; thanks be to God and this holy saint ...
... fall , " two wild heads , grey and horrible , issued thereout , which stank so sore , that the people that were there were envenomed by the space of two hours , and never after perished ship there ; thanks be to God and this holy saint ...
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... fall into a vessel of water pre- pared by the bishop . She said , more- over , that all the diseased that drank of this water , should forthwith be cured . This truly promised , truly happened . Our blessed Lady appeared all beautiful ...
... fall into a vessel of water pre- pared by the bishop . She said , more- over , that all the diseased that drank of this water , should forthwith be cured . This truly promised , truly happened . Our blessed Lady appeared all beautiful ...
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... fall on weeping , because whatsoever I do else . but learning , is full of grief , trouble , fear . and whole misliking unto me : and thus my book hath been so much my pleasure , and bringeth daily to me more pleasure and more , that in ...
... fall on weeping , because whatsoever I do else . but learning , is full of grief , trouble , fear . and whole misliking unto me : and thus my book hath been so much my pleasure , and bringeth daily to me more pleasure and more , that in ...
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... falling on any given part of the earth , than when the rays fall more direct . From the slanting direction of his rays they pass through a more dense region of the atmosphere , and are some- what intercepted ; while another cause of the ...
... falling on any given part of the earth , than when the rays fall more direct . From the slanting direction of his rays they pass through a more dense region of the atmosphere , and are some- what intercepted ; while another cause of the ...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... William Hone Повний перегляд - 1838 |
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Сторінка 805 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Сторінка 653 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Сторінка 719 - 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 : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Сторінка 805 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Сторінка 805 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII.
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 389 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
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 137 - No uttered syllable, or, woe betide! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Сторінка 719 - 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.