The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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... wind blows , Bleak in the morning early ; All the trees are covered with snow As it is in the winter yearly , & c . The Churches and Houses during January are still deco- rated with Evergreens ; and the Berries of Ivy , Holly , and the ...
... wind blows , Bleak in the morning early ; All the trees are covered with snow As it is in the winter yearly , & c . The Churches and Houses during January are still deco- rated with Evergreens ; and the Berries of Ivy , Holly , and the ...
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... wind and raine , And warmth and cold , and Day and shady Night , Whose starry pole will shine with Cynthia's light ; Nor does it matter much , where Prudence reigne , What other Gods their empire shall retaine . January 15. St. Paul ...
... wind and raine , And warmth and cold , and Day and shady Night , Whose starry pole will shine with Cynthia's light ; Nor does it matter much , where Prudence reigne , What other Gods their empire shall retaine . January 15. St. Paul ...
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... wind up the sun and moon , Or curb a runaway young star or two , Or wild colt of a comet , which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue , Splitting some planet with its playful tail , As boats are sometimes by a wanton ...
... wind up the sun and moon , Or curb a runaway young star or two , Or wild colt of a comet , which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er the ethereal blue , Splitting some planet with its playful tail , As boats are sometimes by a wanton ...
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... wind is recorded as bringing up the storm . There is something very remarkably un- wholesome in East winds , and a change to that quarter often disturbs the nervous system and digestive organs of many persons , causing headaches ...
... wind is recorded as bringing up the storm . There is something very remarkably un- wholesome in East winds , and a change to that quarter often disturbs the nervous system and digestive organs of many persons , causing headaches ...
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... wind at eve : th ' horizon round With angry aspect scowls : down rush the showers , And float the deluged paths , and miry fields . This evening being the Vigil of St. Agnes , it used to be customary with Virgins to use many charms in ...
... wind at eve : th ' horizon round With angry aspect scowls : down rush the showers , And float the deluged paths , and miry fields . This evening being the Vigil of St. Agnes , it used to be customary with Virgins to use many charms in ...
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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...