The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Months, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac ... for Daily Use and Diversio, Volume 1R. Griffin and Company, 1839 |
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... died about the sixth century . Bishop Patrick , in his " Reflexions upon the Devotions of the Roman Church , " 1674 , 8vo . cites of St. Mochua , that while walking and pray- ing , and seeing a company of lambs run- ning hastily to suck ...
... died about the sixth century . Bishop Patrick , in his " Reflexions upon the Devotions of the Roman Church , " 1674 , 8vo . cites of St. Mochua , that while walking and pray- ing , and seeing a company of lambs run- ning hastily to suck ...
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... died ; he was born at Sulmo on the 20th of March , forty - three years before the Christian era . His father designed him for the bar , and he became eminently eloquent , but every thing he wrote was expressed in poetical numbers ; and ...
... died ; he was born at Sulmo on the 20th of March , forty - three years before the Christian era . His father designed him for the bar , and he became eminently eloquent , but every thing he wrote was expressed in poetical numbers ; and ...
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... died , with them , a sacrifice To their ambition : her own mild desire Was rather to be happy than be great ; For though at their request she claimed the crown , That they , through her , might rise to rule the state , Yet , the bright ...
... died , with them , a sacrifice To their ambition : her own mild desire Was rather to be happy than be great ; For though at their request she claimed the crown , That they , through her , might rise to rule the state , Yet , the bright ...
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... Died in Edinburgh on the 4th day of January , MDCCCXV . The " right line " of the Stuart race ter- minated in the late cardinal York . ,, He was the second son of " the Pretender , " and I was born at Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ...
... Died in Edinburgh on the 4th day of January , MDCCCXV . The " right line " of the Stuart race ter- minated in the late cardinal York . ,, He was the second son of " the Pretender , " and I was born at Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ...
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... died bowing upon it , in the sixty - ninth of his age , after having lived upon pillars for six and thirty years . His corpse was carried to Antioch attended by the bishops and the whole country , and worked mi- racles on its way . So ...
... died bowing upon it , in the sixty - ninth of his age , after having lived upon pillars for six and thirty years . His corpse was carried to Antioch attended by the bishops and the whole country , and worked mi- racles on its way . So ...
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Page 805 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 653 - 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...
Page 719 - 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.
Page 805 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 805 - 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 ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII.
Page 137 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 389 - 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.
Page 389 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 137 - No uttered syllable, or, woe betide! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Page 719 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.