The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastime, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times...Hunt and Clarke, 1826 - Almanacs, English |
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... poor , which at this season must never be forgot , it shall be to make their hearts sing for joy , and give praise and adoration to the Giver of all good gifts . " The Jews on the first day of their new year give sumptuous enter ...
... poor , which at this season must never be forgot , it shall be to make their hearts sing for joy , and give praise and adoration to the Giver of all good gifts . " The Jews on the first day of their new year give sumptuous enter ...
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... poor scraper of as poor a fiddle , will this evening strain their instruments , to charm forth the rustic from his dwelling , and drink to him from a jug of warm ale , spiced with a race of ginger , in the hope of a pittance for their ...
... poor scraper of as poor a fiddle , will this evening strain their instruments , to charm forth the rustic from his dwelling , and drink to him from a jug of warm ale , spiced with a race of ginger , in the hope of a pittance for their ...
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... poor . " It formally places him upon his trial , at the sign of the Three Loggerheads , before " Oliver and Old Nick his holy father , " as judges . The witnesses for the prosecution were cited under the hands and seals of the said ...
... poor . " It formally places him upon his trial , at the sign of the Three Loggerheads , before " Oliver and Old Nick his holy father , " as judges . The witnesses for the prosecution were cited under the hands and seals of the said ...
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... poor James Wheatly , and he is sir John Barleycorn at every word ; and that word hath undone many an ho nest man in England ; for I can prove it to be true , that he has caused many an honest man to waste and consume all that he hath ...
... poor James Wheatly , and he is sir John Barleycorn at every word ; and that word hath undone many an ho nest man in England ; for I can prove it to be true , that he has caused many an honest man to waste and consume all that he hath ...
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... poor fisherman , in place of the creel full of limpets he carries . Many of the fish are so tame , that they will feed greedily from the hand , and bite your fingers into the bargain , if you are foolish enough to allow them ; while ...
... poor fisherman , in place of the creel full of limpets he carries . Many of the fish are so tame , that they will feed greedily from the hand , and bite your fingers into the bargain , if you are foolish enough to allow them ; while ...
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Page 539 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 807 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 653 - Through the high wood echoing shrill. Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state...
Page 805 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 621 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Page 1215 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
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...
Page 607 - As one who long in populous city pent, 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...
Page 959 - But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden, the field, or the wilderness, Like a doe in the noontide with love's sweet want, As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
Page 489 - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs...