The Every Day Book, Or, A Guide to the Year: Describing the Popular Amusements Sports, Ceremonies, Manners Customs & Events Incident to the Three Hundred & Sixty-five Days, in Past & Present Times, Volume 1W. Tegg, 1826 |
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... brought about that day , which is the prime To the slow gliding months , when every eye Wears symptoms of a sober jollity ; And every hand is ready to present Some service in a real compliment . Whilst some in golden letters write then ...
... brought about that day , which is the prime To the slow gliding months , when every eye Wears symptoms of a sober jollity ; And every hand is ready to present Some service in a real compliment . Whilst some in golden letters write then ...
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... brought up , were of a character not likely to let slip the sacred observance of any old in- stitution ; and the ringing out of the old year was kept by them with circumstan- ces of peculiar ceremony . In those days the sound of those ...
... brought up , were of a character not likely to let slip the sacred observance of any old in- stitution ; and the ringing out of the old year was kept by them with circumstan- ces of peculiar ceremony . In those days the sound of those ...
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... brought their bodies from the cast to Constantinople ; from whence they were transferred to Milan , and afterwards , in 1164 , on Milan being taken by the em- peror Frederick , presented by him to the archbishop of Cologne , who put ...
... brought their bodies from the cast to Constantinople ; from whence they were transferred to Milan , and afterwards , in 1164 , on Milan being taken by the em- peror Frederick , presented by him to the archbishop of Cologne , who put ...
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... brought several persons about her , among whom was Mr. Rowlidge , a carpenter , who gave it as his opinion that the foundation was giving way and that the house was tumbling down , occasioned by the too great weight of an additional ...
... brought several persons about her , among whom was Mr. Rowlidge , a carpenter , who gave it as his opinion that the foundation was giving way and that the house was tumbling down , occasioned by the too great weight of an additional ...
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... brought about the death of several of his majesty's loving subjects , to the great loss of several poor families , who by this means have been brought to ruin and beggary , which , before the wicked designs and contrivances of the ...
... brought about the death of several of his majesty's loving subjects , to the great loss of several poor families , who by this means have been brought to ruin and beggary , which , before the wicked designs and contrivances of the ...
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Page 360 - 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. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Page 360 - 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: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Page 401 - 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...
Page 69 - 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 401 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 530 - What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name...
Page 271 - 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...
Page 69 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 327 - 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 : 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.
Page 401 - 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...