The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Հատոր 2 |
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Although I confess myself to have been highly satisfied by the general reception of the Every - Day Book , and am proud of the honour it has derived from individuals of high literary reputation , yet there is one class whose approbation ...
Although I confess myself to have been highly satisfied by the general reception of the Every - Day Book , and am proud of the honour it has derived from individuals of high literary reputation , yet there is one class whose approbation ...
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... used to command others , and to be served with all possible deference and alacrity ; and partly , because the idea of suffering pain , without any honour or profit to get by it , is unprofessional , and he is not accustomed to it .
... used to command others , and to be served with all possible deference and alacrity ; and partly , because the idea of suffering pain , without any honour or profit to get by it , is unprofessional , and he is not accustomed to it .
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Swearing on the horns , " which now is " a custom more honour'd in the breach than in the observance , " prevailed at Highgate as a continual popular amusement and private annoyance . An old and respectable inhabitant of the village ...
Swearing on the horns , " which now is " a custom more honour'd in the breach than in the observance , " prevailed at Highgate as a continual popular amusement and private annoyance . An old and respectable inhabitant of the village ...
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The dedication of each day in the year , by the Romish church , in honour of a saint , which converts every day into a festival , is a fact pretty well known to the readers of the Every - Day Book .
The dedication of each day in the year , by the Romish church , in honour of a saint , which converts every day into a festival , is a fact pretty well known to the readers of the Every - Day Book .
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A beautiful composition in honour of the Virgin is added as a grace to these columns . Portuguese Hymn . TO THE VIRGIN MARY . By John Leyden . Star of the wide and pathless sea , Who lov'st on mariners to shine , These votive garments ...
A beautiful composition in honour of the Virgin is added as a grace to these columns . Portuguese Hymn . TO THE VIRGIN MARY . By John Leyden . Star of the wide and pathless sea , Who lov'st on mariners to shine , These votive garments ...
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Էջ 567 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Էջ 117 - And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Էջ 255 - 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 Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Էջ 253 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Էջ 253 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Էջ 253 - 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.
Էջ 605 - The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon ; Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim, Quick-glancing to the sun.
Էջ 961 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Էջ 255 - 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. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:— do I wake or sleep?
Էջ 253 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...