The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of popular amusements, Том 11837 |
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... poor , ' dirty ' mendicant , of the order of St. Francis , who had long prayed and fasted in his sanctuary , and long laboured in his garden , issuing out on the morning of his first pilgrimage , without money and with- out provisions ...
... poor , ' dirty ' mendicant , of the order of St. Francis , who had long prayed and fasted in his sanctuary , and long laboured in his garden , issuing out on the morning of his first pilgrimage , without money and with- out provisions ...
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... poor man for the love of our lady , would not go to church on Candlemas - day , but went into her own private chapel , and kneeling be- fore the altar , fell asleep , and had a mira- culous vision , wherein she saw herself at church ...
... poor man for the love of our lady , would not go to church on Candlemas - day , but went into her own private chapel , and kneeling be- fore the altar , fell asleep , and had a mira- culous vision , wherein she saw herself at church ...
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... Poor Robin's Almanac for 1676 , under St. Valentine's day : " ' Now Andrew , Antho- ny , and William , For Valentines draw Prue , Kate , Jilian . " Misson , a learned traveller , who died in England about 1721 , describes the amusing ...
... Poor Robin's Almanac for 1676 , under St. Valentine's day : " ' Now Andrew , Antho- ny , and William , For Valentines draw Prue , Kate , Jilian . " Misson , a learned traveller , who died in England about 1721 , describes the amusing ...
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... poor animal on Shrove Tuesday . Hens were formerly thrown at , as cocks are still , in some places . 66 THROWING AT COCKS . This brutal practice on Shrove Tuesday is still conspicuous in several parts of the kingdom . Brand affirms that ...
... poor animal on Shrove Tuesday . Hens were formerly thrown at , as cocks are still , in some places . 66 THROWING AT COCKS . This brutal practice on Shrove Tuesday is still conspicuous in several parts of the kingdom . Brand affirms that ...
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... Poor , " ) as a never failing dinner on Shrove Tuesday , with all ranks of people in Scotland , as pancakes are in England ; and that a ring is put into the basin or porringer of the unmarried folks , to the finder of which , by fair ...
... Poor , " ) as a never failing dinner on Shrove Tuesday , with all ranks of people in Scotland , as pancakes are in England ; and that a ring is put into the basin or porringer of the unmarried folks , to the finder of which , by fair ...
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The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., Том 1 William Hone Повний перегляд - 1837 |
The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... William Hone Повний перегляд - 1830 |
The Every-Day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calandar of Popular ... William Hone Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Сторінка 627 - The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar, now, See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Сторінка 713 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Сторінка 713 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Сторінка 489 - Which the great lord inhabits not; and so This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's songs, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Сторінка 1095 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbours would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them.
Сторінка 569 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Сторінка 345 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Сторінка 527 - Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Сторінка 569 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Сторінка 867 - A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew; And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light, And closed them beneath the kisses of night.