The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Том 11859 |
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... sides , with a door and three windows in each side , as em- blems of the four seasons and the twelve months over which he presided According to Verstegan ( Restitution o . Decayed Intelligence , 4to . 1628 , p . 59 ) the Saxons called ...
... sides , with a door and three windows in each side , as em- blems of the four seasons and the twelve months over which he presided According to Verstegan ( Restitution o . Decayed Intelligence , 4to . 1628 , p . 59 ) the Saxons called ...
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... side flew off ; it raining at that time , Mrs. Golding desired it might be brought into the parlour , where it was put under a side - board , and a dressing - glass along with it ; it had not been there long before the glasses and china ...
... side flew off ; it raining at that time , Mrs. Golding desired it might be brought into the parlour , where it was put under a side - board , and a dressing - glass along with it ; it had not been there long before the glasses and china ...
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... side of it , being a large chimney as is usual in farm houses , a pestle and mortar that stood nearer the left hand ... side of the kitchen chimney , raised itself from the hook and fell down to the ground . Some time after , another ham ...
... side of it , being a large chimney as is usual in farm houses , a pestle and mortar that stood nearer the left hand ... side of the kitchen chimney , raised itself from the hook and fell down to the ground . Some time after , another ham ...
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... side of an officer who was employed in fishing , the corpse of a man , newly sewed in a hammock , started half out of the water , and continued its course , with the current , towards the shore . Nothing could be more horrible : its ...
... side of an officer who was employed in fishing , the corpse of a man , newly sewed in a hammock , started half out of the water , and continued its course , with the current , towards the shore . Nothing could be more horrible : its ...
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... side , burnt some of the bystanders , and then quenched , as if there had been none made : a compassionate quality in fire , of which iron was not sensible , for her head was cut off at a single blow Her legend further relates , that ...
... side , burnt some of the bystanders , and then quenched , as if there had been none made : a compassionate quality in fire , of which iron was not sensible , for her head was cut off at a single blow Her legend further relates , that ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 715 - ... 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, creep to death. 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.
Страница 715 - 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.
Страница 797 - 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 97 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Страница 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Страница 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...
Страница 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Страница 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.