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... Stars ; and other familiar Observations belonging to each Day in the Year , were added . The utility of a concise Explanation of the Facts recorded in the old Roman or Julian Calendar next suggested itself ; and we attempted , under ...
... Stars ; and other familiar Observations belonging to each Day in the Year , were added . The utility of a concise Explanation of the Facts recorded in the old Roman or Julian Calendar next suggested itself ; and we attempted , under ...
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... respect to the Aspect of the Celestial Bodies which fill the Immensity of Space in Heaven , that this Record in See Remarks on lost Stars at p . 282 . the Repository of the Calendar , according to their perio- xviii INTRODUCTIO N.
... respect to the Aspect of the Celestial Bodies which fill the Immensity of Space in Heaven , that this Record in See Remarks on lost Stars at p . 282 . the Repository of the Calendar , according to their perio- xviii INTRODUCTIO N.
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... Stars , which is the Foundation of practical Astronomy . There is yet another Observation which has resulted from an Examination of the Antiquities of the Calendar compared with the periodical Phenomena of Nature . Certain Days have ...
... Stars , which is the Foundation of practical Astronomy . There is yet another Observation which has resulted from an Examination of the Antiquities of the Calendar compared with the periodical Phenomena of Nature . Certain Days have ...
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... Stars about St. Perpetua , March 7th . About the 18th of March , or the Celebration of St. Edward the King of the West Saxons , comes into blow the magnificent Crown Imperial . The Cardamine , called Our Lady's Smock , first flowers ...
... Stars about St. Perpetua , March 7th . About the 18th of March , or the Celebration of St. Edward the King of the West Saxons , comes into blow the magnificent Crown Imperial . The Cardamine , called Our Lady's Smock , first flowers ...
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... Stars of his Girdle , makes a conspicuous figure in the heavens on clear evenings during this month . The antient writers spoke of the rising of Orion as a stormy sign ; but whether they alluded to the heliacal , cos- mical , acronycal ...
... Stars of his Girdle , makes a conspicuous figure in the heavens on clear evenings during this month . The antient writers spoke of the rising of Orion as a stormy sign ; but whether they alluded to the heliacal , cos- mical , acronycal ...
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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...