The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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... sets at 11. 55 ' . SHEPHERD OF EDONIA Tussilago fragrans now blows . THIS is called New Year's Day , and the morning saluta- tion is " A happy new Year . " January is the coldest month of the year - hence the proverbs : Janiveer freeze ...
... sets at 11. 55 ' . SHEPHERD OF EDONIA Tussilago fragrans now blows . THIS is called New Year's Day , and the morning saluta- tion is " A happy new Year . " January is the coldest month of the year - hence the proverbs : Janiveer freeze ...
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... sets at IV . 3 ' . Carmentalia - Juturnae aedes die . — Rom . Cal . - This is the season when , from the prevalence of frost , the hounds and horn often give place to the cymbal and castanet , and dancing to the fiddle is resorted to as ...
... sets at IV . 3 ' . Carmentalia - Juturnae aedes die . — Rom . Cal . - This is the season when , from the prevalence of frost , the hounds and horn often give place to the cymbal and castanet , and dancing to the fiddle is resorted to as ...
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... sets IV . 15 ' . The Pleiades or Seven Stars pass Meridian at vi . 33 ' . St. Agnes was a Roman Virgin , who suffered martyrdom in the tenth persecution of the Emperor Dioclesian in the year 306. The images of this Saint are represented ...
... sets IV . 15 ' . The Pleiades or Seven Stars pass Meridian at vi . 33 ' . St. Agnes was a Roman Virgin , who suffered martyrdom in the tenth persecution of the Emperor Dioclesian in the year 306. The images of this Saint are represented ...
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... sets the bright procession on its way , And marshals all the order of the year ; He marks the bounds which winter may not pass , And blunts his pointed fury ; in its case , Russet and rude , folds up the tender germ , Uninjured , with ...
... sets the bright procession on its way , And marshals all the order of the year ; He marks the bounds which winter may not pass , And blunts his pointed fury ; in its case , Russet and rude , folds up the tender germ , Uninjured , with ...
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... sets at Iv . 41 ' . FLORA . - BUTCHER'S BROOM Ruscus aculeatus flowers . One begins now to perceive the lengthened days , and this , together with the blowing of the early primaveral flowers , calls our attention to the approach of ...
... sets at Iv . 41 ' . FLORA . - BUTCHER'S BROOM Ruscus aculeatus flowers . One begins now to perceive the lengthened days , and this , together with the blowing of the early primaveral flowers , calls our attention to the approach of ...
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The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack, Revised and Ed. [Or ... Thomas Ignatius M Forster Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Сторінка 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Сторінка 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Сторінка 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Сторінка 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Сторінка 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Сторінка 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Сторінка 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Сторінка 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Сторінка 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Сторінка 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...