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, 1827 |
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... engraving is taken . The verses beneath it are a version of the old lines in Robert of Gloucester's chronicle , by Mr. Jeffery's correspondent . Mirror of the Months . But here they let us stand All freezing in the. 7 8 THE EVERY DAY ...
... engraving is taken . The verses beneath it are a version of the old lines in Robert of Gloucester's chronicle , by Mr. Jeffery's correspondent . Mirror of the Months . But here they let us stand All freezing in the. 7 8 THE EVERY DAY ...
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... engraving , no bending over the desk , no " wasting of the midnight oil " and the brain together , no financing , not a hundredth part of the relationships in society , nor of the cares that we have , who " wassail " as they did , and ...
... engraving , no bending over the desk , no " wasting of the midnight oil " and the brain together , no financing , not a hundredth part of the relationships in society , nor of the cares that we have , who " wassail " as they did , and ...
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... engraving is from an old print , " I. Marriette ex . " inscribed as in the next column . " L'HIVER . Les Divertissements du Roi - boit . Loin dicy mille soins facheux , Que porte avec soy la coronne ; Celle quá table Bacchus donne Ne ...
... engraving is from an old print , " I. Marriette ex . " inscribed as in the next column . " L'HIVER . Les Divertissements du Roi - boit . Loin dicy mille soins facheux , Que porte avec soy la coronne ; Celle quá table Bacchus donne Ne ...
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... engraving from it immediately follows . The Latin inscription beneath their print is placed beneath the present engraving . Effigies Christi Domini . 61 62 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 13 .
... engraving from it immediately follows . The Latin inscription beneath their print is placed beneath the present engraving . Effigies Christi Domini . 61 62 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 13 .
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... of it with some of its pictorial representations , an engraving is here given of the mode of trial which it exhibits as having been used in the exchequer at that period . A. 125 126 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 27 .
... of it with some of its pictorial representations , an engraving is here given of the mode of trial which it exhibits as having been used in the exchequer at that period . A. 125 126 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 27 .
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Страница 251 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Страница 253 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Страница 561 - Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Страница 251 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Страница 251 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Страница 1203 - LORD of all power and might, who art the author and giver of all good things ; Graft in our hearts the love of thy Name, increase in us true religion, nourish us with all goodness, and of thy great mercy keep us in the same ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Страница 599 - Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Страница 877 - 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...
Страница 599 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Страница 253 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.