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... which rings out the old year . I never new year to you ; ” another , where ... John
Brand , in his around me , never failed to bring a train “ Popular Antiquities ”
edited by Mr . Ellis of pensive imagery into my fancy . Yet I observes from Bishop
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... which rings out the old year . I never new year to you ; ” another , where ... John
Brand , in his around me , never failed to bring a train “ Popular Antiquities ”
edited by Mr . Ellis of pensive imagery into my fancy . Yet I observes from Bishop
...
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Their three days ; nay , more than this , he picked old acquaintance , “ Sir John
Barleycorn , " my purse , and left me never a penny , so has had heavy
complaints against him . that I had not wherewithal to support my There is “ The
Arraigning ...
Their three days ; nay , more than this , he picked old acquaintance , “ Sir John
Barleycorn , " my purse , and left me never a penny , so has had heavy
complaints against him . that I had not wherewithal to support my There is “ The
Arraigning ...
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My lords , I thank you for the rents coming in to maintain them ; and liberty you
now indulge me with , and we could never pay , but that sir John think it a great
happiness , since I am so Barleycorn feeds us with money ; and yet strongly
accused ...
My lords , I thank you for the rents coming in to maintain them ; and liberty you
now indulge me with , and we could never pay , but that sir John think it a great
happiness , since I am so Barleycorn feeds us with money ; and yet strongly
accused ...
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... to any plan , book , or paper whatever . on his pillar and had his fortune told .
He did the same with respect to the parish He ate coarse pulse and wild herbs ,
never of St . Andrew , Holborn , in the presence of tasted bread for thirty years ...
... to any plan , book , or paper whatever . on his pillar and had his fortune told .
He did the same with respect to the parish He ate coarse pulse and wild herbs ,
never of St . Andrew , Holborn , in the presence of tasted bread for thirty years ...
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I never in my life ( and I a place , with some of the “ pretty fish ” be - knew Sarah
Battle many of the best years fore hiin , claps his hands and halloos , and of it )
saw her take out her snuffbox when throws his playthings to increase Rose ' s it
was ...
I never in my life ( and I a place , with some of the “ pretty fish ” be - knew Sarah
Battle many of the best years fore hiin , claps his hands and halloos , and of it )
saw her take out her snuffbox when throws his playthings to increase Rose ' s it
was ...
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Seite 797 - 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 715 - ... the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. 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: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Seite 715 - 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.
Seite 797 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 97 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Seite 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Seite 385 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Seite 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.
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| Titel | The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Band 1 The every-day book: or The guide to the year, William Hone |
| Autor/in | William Hone |
| Veröffentlicht | 1859 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 4. Juli 2006 |
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