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, Հատոր 1R. Griffin and Company, 1839 |
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... poor , which at this season must never be forgot , it shall be to make their hearts sing for joy , and give praise and adoration to the Giver of all good gifts . " The Jews on the first day of their new year give sumptuous enter ...
... poor , which at this season must never be forgot , it shall be to make their hearts sing for joy , and give praise and adoration to the Giver of all good gifts . " The Jews on the first day of their new year give sumptuous enter ...
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... poor scraper of as poor a fiddle , will this evening strain their instruments , to charm forth the rustic from his dwelling , and drink to him from a jug of warm ale , spiced with a race of ginger , in the hope of a pittance for their ...
... poor scraper of as poor a fiddle , will this evening strain their instruments , to charm forth the rustic from his dwelling , and drink to him from a jug of warm ale , spiced with a race of ginger , in the hope of a pittance for their ...
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... poor . " It formally places him upon his trial , at the sign of the Three Loggerheads , before " Oliver and Old Nick his holy father , " as judges . The witnesses for the prosecution were cited under the hands and seals of the said ...
... poor . " It formally places him upon his trial , at the sign of the Three Loggerheads , before " Oliver and Old Nick his holy father , " as judges . The witnesses for the prosecution were cited under the hands and seals of the said ...
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... poor James Wheatly , and he is sir John Barleycorn at every word ; and that word hath undone many an ho- nest man in England ; for I can prove it to be true , that he has caused many an honest man to waste and consume all that he hath ...
... poor James Wheatly , and he is sir John Barleycorn at every word ; and that word hath undone many an ho- nest man in England ; for I can prove it to be true , that he has caused many an honest man to waste and consume all that he hath ...
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... poor fisherman , in place of the creel full of limpets he carries . Many of the fish are so tame , that they will feed greedily from the hand , and bite your fingers into the bargain , if you are foolish enough to allow them ; while ...
... poor fisherman , in place of the creel full of limpets he carries . Many of the fish are so tame , that they will feed greedily from the hand , and bite your fingers into the bargain , if you are foolish enough to allow them ; while ...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... William Hone Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1838 |
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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.