The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Months, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac ... for Daily Use and Diversio, Τόμος 1R. Griffin and Company, 1839 |
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... thing about so and so in the Every - Day Book . " It is not possible , however , that I should know every thing ; but if each will communicate " something , " the work will gratify every one , and my own most sanguine wishes . And here ...
... thing about so and so in the Every - Day Book . " It is not possible , however , that I should know every thing ; but if each will communicate " something , " the work will gratify every one , and my own most sanguine wishes . And here ...
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... things , and who , with innocent hearts , feeling the kindness of the sentiment , keep up the good old cus- tom among one another , till mixture with ... thing like the warm and circling amplitude 15 6 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 .
... things , and who , with innocent hearts , feeling the kindness of the sentiment , keep up the good old cus- tom among one another , till mixture with ... thing like the warm and circling amplitude 15 6 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 .
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... thing is ready , except myself . I now cannot help thinking a good deal - who can ? -upon the unnecessary and villain- ous custom of shaving ; it is a thing so unmanly ( here I nestle closer ) -so effe- minate , ( here I recoil from an ...
... thing is ready , except myself . I now cannot help thinking a good deal - who can ? -upon the unnecessary and villain- ous custom of shaving ; it is a thing so unmanly ( here I nestle closer ) -so effe- minate , ( here I recoil from an ...
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... thing that had preceded it ; the blood that was just congealed , sprung out of the basin upon the floor , and presently after the basin broke to pieces ; this china basin was the only thing broke belonging to Mr. Gresham ; a bottle of ...
... thing that had preceded it ; the blood that was just congealed , sprung out of the basin upon the floor , and presently after the basin broke to pieces ; this china basin was the only thing broke belonging to Mr. Gresham ; a bottle of ...
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... thing remain- ing quiet at Mr. Pain's : but about eight o'clock in the evening a fresh scene began ; the first thing that happened was , a whole row of pewter dishes , except one , fell from off a shelf to the middle of the floor ...
... thing remain- ing quiet at Mr. Pain's : but about eight o'clock in the evening a fresh scene began ; the first thing that happened was , a whole row of pewter dishes , except one , fell from off a shelf to the middle of the floor ...
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Σελίδα 805 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Σελίδα 653 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Σελίδα 719 - 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 : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Σελίδα 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Σελίδα 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 ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 389 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 137 - No uttered syllable, or, woe betide! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Σελίδα 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.