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, 1826 |
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Էջ 69
... look at the utensils , lest they might face fresh horrors ; of these tempting opportunities she availed her- self . She put the eggs in motion , and after one only fell down , threw the other at the cat . Their terrors at the time , and ...
... look at the utensils , lest they might face fresh horrors ; of these tempting opportunities she availed her- self . She put the eggs in motion , and after one only fell down , threw the other at the cat . Their terrors at the time , and ...
Էջ 77
... look upon it as a friend in adver- sity ; sure to come when most needed . " The St. Lucian of the Romish on this day was from Rome , and preached in Gaul , where he suffered death about 290 , according to Butler , who affirms that be is ...
... look upon it as a friend in adver- sity ; sure to come when most needed . " The St. Lucian of the Romish on this day was from Rome , and preached in Gaul , where he suffered death about 290 , according to Butler , who affirms that be is ...
Էջ 89
... Look at a juvenile card - party - not at that which the reader sees represented in the engraving , which is somewhat varied from a design by Stella , who grouped boys almost as finely as Fiamingo mo- delled their forms - but imagine a ...
... Look at a juvenile card - party - not at that which the reader sees represented in the engraving , which is somewhat varied from a design by Stella , who grouped boys almost as finely as Fiamingo mo- delled their forms - but imagine a ...
Էջ 91
... Look at baby ! look at baby ! " and gets smothered with kisses , from which " mother " vainly en- deavours to protect her . And so they go on , till called by Matilda to a new game , and " mother " bids them to " go and sit down , and ...
... Look at baby ! look at baby ! " and gets smothered with kisses , from which " mother " vainly en- deavours to protect her . And so they go on , till called by Matilda to a new game , and " mother " bids them to " go and sit down , and ...
Էջ 101
... look black , the glass is low ; The soot falls down , the spaniels sleep ; And spiders from their cobwebs peep . Last night the sun went pale to bed ; The moon in halos hid her head . The boding shepherd heaves a sigh , For , see , a ...
... look black , the glass is low ; The soot falls down , the spaniels sleep ; And spiders from their cobwebs peep . Last night the sun went pale to bed ; The moon in halos hid her head . The boding shepherd heaves a sigh , For , see , a ...
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Էջ 539 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Էջ 807 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Էջ 653 - Through the high wood echoing shrill. Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state...
Էջ 805 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Էջ 621 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Էջ 1215 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
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...
Էջ 607 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Էջ 959 - But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden, the field, or the wilderness, Like a doe in the noontide with love's sweet want, As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
Էջ 489 - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs...