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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... says , ought to be read by young men . In the Literary Pocket Book there are some seasonable facts which may be transplanted with advantage to the reader , and , it is hoped , without disadvantage to the writer of the articles . He says ...
... says , ought to be read by young men . In the Literary Pocket Book there are some seasonable facts which may be transplanted with advantage to the reader , and , it is hoped , without disadvantage to the writer of the articles . He says ...
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... says the Legend , " the mother was angry , and smote her on the cheek - God avenged the child , so that the mother became blind , " and so remained for one and twenty months , when Genevieve fetched her some holy water , signed her with ...
... says the Legend , " the mother was angry , and smote her on the cheek - God avenged the child , so that the mother became blind , " and so remained for one and twenty months , when Genevieve fetched her some holy water , signed her with ...
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... says , that the people who saw this , mar- velled that the saint could see the devil , and were greatly edified . It was to be expected that a saint of such miraculous powers in her lifetime should possess them after her death , and ...
... says , that the people who saw this , mar- velled that the saint could see the devil , and were greatly edified . It was to be expected that a saint of such miraculous powers in her lifetime should possess them after her death , and ...
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... says , that his body was buried at Tavistock , where , about 960 , Ordgar , count of Devonshire , father to Elfrida , the second wife of king Edgar , built a monastery " very agreeable and pleasant , by reason of the great variety of ...
... says , that his body was buried at Tavistock , where , about 960 , Ordgar , count of Devonshire , father to Elfrida , the second wife of king Edgar , built a monastery " very agreeable and pleasant , by reason of the great variety of ...
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... says that the Salisbury Missal states their offerings to have been disposed of in this way : - " Joseph kept of the ... says their names were Apellius , Amerus , and Damascus ; a third , that they were Magalath , Galga- lath , and ...
... says that the Salisbury Missal states their offerings to have been disposed of in this way : - " Joseph kept of the ... says their names were Apellius , Amerus , and Damascus ; a third , that they were Magalath , Galga- lath , and ...
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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...