The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Band 21859 |
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... Till after the Christmas day & c . J. G. Fill out a glass of Bucellas ; Here ! -boys put the crown on my head : Now ... Till it's off - then off to bed . Hey ! -now , for the Christmas holly , Rosemary , ivy , and bays ; Gravity's ...
... Till after the Christmas day & c . J. G. Fill out a glass of Bucellas ; Here ! -boys put the crown on my head : Now ... Till it's off - then off to bed . Hey ! -now , for the Christmas holly , Rosemary , ivy , and bays ; Gravity's ...
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... Till half her form resplendently proclaims An envious rival to the stars around- Then mark'st thou not , that nought of her sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till ...
... Till half her form resplendently proclaims An envious rival to the stars around- Then mark'st thou not , that nought of her sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till ...
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... till they adjourn to " spend the evening " at the " flash - and- foolish " houses which " keep it up " all night in the peculiar neighbourhood of the public office , Bow - street . This is more than mere animal gratification , as the ...
... till they adjourn to " spend the evening " at the " flash - and- foolish " houses which " keep it up " all night in the peculiar neighbourhood of the public office , Bow - street . This is more than mere animal gratification , as the ...
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... till they had retired . The old mon- keys then launched the boat , put to sea , baited their hooks , and proceeded to work The few fish they caught , they hauled up with infinite gratification , and when tired they landed , placed the ...
... till they had retired . The old mon- keys then launched the boat , put to sea , baited their hooks , and proceeded to work The few fish they caught , they hauled up with infinite gratification , and when tired they landed , placed the ...
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... till the 7th of August , when he awak- ed , and went into the fields , where he found people busy in getting in the har- vest , and remembered that when he fell asleep they were sowing their oats and barley . From that time he remained ...
... till the 7th of August , when he awak- ed , and went into the fields , where he found people busy in getting in the har- vest , and remembered that when he fell asleep they were sowing their oats and barley . From that time he remained ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 253 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...