Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 стор. |
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... appear from Herrick's little poem on the subject that the men now amused themselves with burning the flax and tow of the women , who in requital dashed pails of water over them . PLOUGH MONDAY . 43 ST . DISTAFF'S DAY , OR 42 JANUARY .
... appear from Herrick's little poem on the subject that the men now amused themselves with burning the flax and tow of the women , who in requital dashed pails of water over them . PLOUGH MONDAY . 43 ST . DISTAFF'S DAY , OR 42 JANUARY .
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... PLOUGH MONDAY ; the first Monday after Twelfth Night . -This day is more peculiarly the ploughman's holiday , for though Tusser says : Plough Monday next , after that Twelfthtide is past , Bids out with the plough , the worst husband is ...
... PLOUGH MONDAY ; the first Monday after Twelfth Night . -This day is more peculiarly the ploughman's holiday , for though Tusser says : Plough Monday next , after that Twelfthtide is past , Bids out with the plough , the worst husband is ...
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... plough - driver , who applies the bladder with great and sounding effect to the heads and shoulders of his team ... Monday , and in two customs yet to be mentioned we shall see the undeniable proofs of it . The first of these was the plough ...
... plough - driver , who applies the bladder with great and sounding effect to the heads and shoulders of his team ... Monday , and in two customs yet to be mentioned we shall see the undeniable proofs of it . The first of these was the plough ...
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... plough about the fire upon this day - a custom evidently springing from the ... Monday was kept up in some parts of Staffordshire to within about thirty ... ploughed up his shrubbery , and he shot one of them . Within ten years they have ...
... plough about the fire upon this day - a custom evidently springing from the ... Monday was kept up in some parts of Staffordshire to within about thirty ... ploughed up his shrubbery , and he shot one of them . Within ten years they have ...
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Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons: Exhibiting the Pleasures, Pursuits, and ... Mary Botham Howitt,John Aikin Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Сторінка 452 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Сторінка 210 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Сторінка 209 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.
Сторінка 215 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Сторінка 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Сторінка 453 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: Oh, hear!
Сторінка 105 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Сторінка 105 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Сторінка 64 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take; learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; learn from the beasts the physic of the field; thy arts of building from the bee receive ; learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; learn of the little nautilus to sail, spread the thin oar and catch the driving gale.
Сторінка 47 - 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.