The Everyday Book ; Or, a Guide to the Year: Describing the Popular Amusements, Sports, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events Incident to the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times : 436 IllustWard, Lock & Company, 1888 |
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... her own favour . No. 4982 , in the Catalogue for 1824 , of Mr. Rodd , of Great Newport - street , is a roll of vellum , ten feet long , containing the in . It is very cold this morning , is THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 .
... her own favour . No. 4982 , in the Catalogue for 1824 , of Mr. Rodd , of Great Newport - street , is a roll of vellum , ten feet long , containing the in . It is very cold this morning , is THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 .
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... morning . A cer- tain discreet person is despatched to the dead and living ford to draw a pitcher of water in profound silence , without the vessel touching the ground , lest its virtue should be destroyed , and on his return all retire ...
... morning . A cer- tain discreet person is despatched to the dead and living ford to draw a pitcher of water in profound silence , without the vessel touching the ground , lest its virtue should be destroyed , and on his return all retire ...
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... morning star . The three persons honoured by this service , and called kings , were the three wise men who , in catholic works , are usually denominated the Three Kings of Cologne . Cressy tells us , that the em- press Helena , who died ...
... morning star . The three persons honoured by this service , and called kings , were the three wise men who , in catholic works , are usually denominated the Three Kings of Cologne . Cressy tells us , that the em- press Helena , who died ...
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... morning , the 7th , Mrs. Golding went up to her niece , and desired her to get up , as the noises and destruction were so great she could continue in the house no longer . Mrs. Golding and her maid went over the way to Richard Fowler's ...
... morning , the 7th , Mrs. Golding went up to her niece , and desired her to get up , as the noises and destruction were so great she could continue in the house no longer . Mrs. Golding and her maid went over the way to Richard Fowler's ...
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... morning leaves me but one penny in my pocket . About a week ago , we had not been together above an hour , before he began to give me cross words : at our first meeting , he seemed to have a pleasant countenance , and often smiled in my ...
... morning leaves me but one penny in my pocket . About a week ago , we had not been together above an hour , before he began to give me cross words : at our first meeting , he seemed to have a pleasant countenance , and often smiled in my ...
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Сторінка 298 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Сторінка 395 - 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 mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Сторінка 266 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 49 - 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; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth...
Сторінка 354 - 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 69 - 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 69 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 69 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 597 - Behold him, while he is doing — it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth round the string ! — Now he is just done. To see the extreme sensibility of that tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes — radiant jellies — shooting stars...
Сторінка 354 - 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.