The every-day book, or, The guide to the year1825 |
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... once a day : Simeon joined the community , and ate but once a week . Heliodorus required Simeon to be more private in. THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 5 . 36 " ...
... once a day : Simeon joined the community , and ate but once a week . Heliodorus required Simeon to be more private in. THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 5 . 36 " ...
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... once . This being finished , the com- pany return home , where the good house- wife and her maids are preparing a good supper . A large cake is always provided , with a hole in the middle . After supper , the company all attend the ...
... once . This being finished , the com- pany return home , where the good house- wife and her maids are preparing a good supper . A large cake is always provided , with a hole in the middle . After supper , the company all attend the ...
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... once , or even twice , would , after an interval of a few days , be entirely new to him . January 11 . St. Theodosius . St. Hyginus . St. Egwin . St. Salvius . St. Theodosius This saint visited St. Simeon Stylites on his pillar and had ...
... once , or even twice , would , after an interval of a few days , be entirely new to him . January 11 . St. Theodosius . St. Hyginus . St. Egwin . St. Salvius . St. Theodosius This saint visited St. Simeon Stylites on his pillar and had ...
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... once more they are as merry as grigs . " 22 mo- In contrast to the jocund pleasure of children at a round game , take the pic- ture of " old Sarah Battle , " the whist- player . A clear fire , a clean hearth , and the rigour of the game ...
... once more they are as merry as grigs . " 22 mo- In contrast to the jocund pleasure of children at a round game , take the pic- ture of " old Sarah Battle , " the whist- player . A clear fire , a clean hearth , and the rigour of the game ...
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... Once there came a devil very tall in appearance , that dared to say , ' What wouldst thou have me bestow upon thee ? ' but I spat upon him and endeavoured to beat him , and , great as he was , he disappeared with the rest of the devils .
... Once there came a devil very tall in appearance , that dared to say , ' What wouldst thou have me bestow upon thee ? ' but I spat upon him and endeavoured to beat him , and , great as he was , he disappeared with the rest of the devils .
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Страница 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...
Страница 1063 - 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 ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Страница 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Страница 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. 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,...
Страница 805 - 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...
Страница 1217 - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
Страница 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...
Страница 605 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 1219 - 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...
Страница 31 - I must do it, as it were in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.