The Book of Days: A Miscellany of Popular Antiquities in Connection with the Calendar, Including Anecdote, Biography, & History, Curiosities of Literature and Oddities of Human Life and Character, Том 1Robert Chambers W. & R. Chambers, 1883 |
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... seems a long way for the sound to travel , and when we think of the noises which fill this bustling city even at midnight , the possibility of its being heard even in the suburbs seems faint . Yet we must recollect that London was a ...
... seems a long way for the sound to travel , and when we think of the noises which fill this bustling city even at midnight , the possibility of its being heard even in the suburbs seems faint . Yet we must recollect that London was a ...
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... seems impossible to over- look the connection between the times of crowing and the minimum temperature of the night ; nor can the latter be viewed apart from the state of the dew - point , or maximum degree of dampness . Other ...
... seems impossible to over- look the connection between the times of crowing and the minimum temperature of the night ; nor can the latter be viewed apart from the state of the dew - point , or maximum degree of dampness . Other ...
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... seems the most to be relied on . They , " he says , alluding to our ancient Saxon sticks , about a foot in length , or shorter , or longer ancestors , " used to engrave upon certaine squared as they pleased , the courses of the moones ...
... seems the most to be relied on . They , " he says , alluding to our ancient Saxon sticks , about a foot in length , or shorter , or longer ancestors , " used to engrave upon certaine squared as they pleased , the courses of the moones ...
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... seems laden with crystal ; while in the distance the hedges seem sheeted with May blos- soms , so thickly , that you might fancy there was not room enough for a green leaf to peep out between the bloom . Sometimes a freezing shower ...
... seems laden with crystal ; while in the distance the hedges seem sheeted with May blos- soms , so thickly , that you might fancy there was not room enough for a green leaf to peep out between the bloom . Sometimes a freezing shower ...
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... seems to say , The prospect is not good that way . Thus do we rise ill sights to see , And ' gainst ourselves to prophesy ; When the prophetic fear of things A more tormenting mischief brings , More full of soul - tormenting gall Than ...
... seems to say , The prospect is not good that way . Thus do we rise ill sights to see , And ' gainst ourselves to prophesy ; When the prophetic fear of things A more tormenting mischief brings , More full of soul - tormenting gall Than ...
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Сторінка 23 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind...
Сторінка 136 - Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Сторінка 136 - Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees; Half hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, 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 136 - 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, 220 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 314 - It was said of Socrates, that he brought Philosophy down from Heaven to inhabit among Men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of Closets and Libraries, Schools and Colleges, to dwell in Clubs and Assemblies, at Tea-tables, and in Coffee-houses.
Сторінка 162 - Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Сторінка 136 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV "Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 136 - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
Сторінка 23 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit: Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit ; For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right, to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.