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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... trees did lop the needlesse spray ; Upon a huge great earth - pot steane he stood , From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane flood . Laus Beo ! -was the first entry by merchants and tradesmen of our fore- fathers ' days , in ...
... trees did lop the needlesse spray ; Upon a huge great earth - pot steane he stood , From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane flood . Laus Beo ! -was the first entry by merchants and tradesmen of our fore- fathers ' days , in ...
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... tree , We be good fellows all ; I drink to thee . Here's to and to his right ear , God send our maister a happy New Year ; A happy New Year as e'er he did see- With my Wassailing bowl I drink to thee . Here's to † and to his right eye ...
... tree , We be good fellows all ; I drink to thee . Here's to and to his right ear , God send our maister a happy New Year ; A happy New Year as e'er he did see- With my Wassailing bowl I drink to thee . Here's to † and to his right eye ...
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... trees , which the late leaves of autumn had con- cealed from the view , stand confessed , upon the otherwise bare branches , and , dressed in their patent wind - and - water- proof coats , brave the utmost severity of the season , their ...
... trees , which the late leaves of autumn had con- cealed from the view , stand confessed , upon the otherwise bare branches , and , dressed in their patent wind - and - water- proof coats , brave the utmost severity of the season , their ...
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... trees , the garments of passengers , and the very plumage of the birds with ice . Birds thus disabled were seen lying on the ground in great numbers in different parts of the country . Nineteen rooks were taken up alive by one person at ...
... trees , the garments of passengers , and the very plumage of the birds with ice . Birds thus disabled were seen lying on the ground in great numbers in different parts of the country . Nineteen rooks were taken up alive by one person at ...
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... trees , and sometimes human figures . The colours are extremely bright ; and when the torches are lighted , they appear highly beautiful and surprising . French Lark Shooting . To the gentleman whose letter from Abbeville , descriptive ...
... trees , and sometimes human figures . The colours are extremely bright ; and when the torches are lighted , they appear highly beautiful and surprising . French Lark Shooting . To the gentleman whose letter from Abbeville , descriptive ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 561 - Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.