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... common People , belonging to each Day , Month , or Season , were successively added by the Editor and his Friends , as a Matter of Amusement to themselves , as well as for the memorial Purposes already described . The Explanation of the ...
... common People , belonging to each Day , Month , or Season , were successively added by the Editor and his Friends , as a Matter of Amusement to themselves , as well as for the memorial Purposes already described . The Explanation of the ...
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... common Almanacks , but likewise those which Protestants have ceased to notice in general , and which were hitherto only to be found in very ancient and obscure Calendars and Martyrologies of the Catholic Church , preserved in our large ...
... common Almanacks , but likewise those which Protestants have ceased to notice in general , and which were hitherto only to be found in very ancient and obscure Calendars and Martyrologies of the Catholic Church , preserved in our large ...
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... common ; and we must , therefore , admit that the signalizing of certain Epochs , Months , and Days , in whatever Country it prevails , has its Origin in the Nature of the human Mind , and in the Situation of Mankind in the World . This ...
... common ; and we must , therefore , admit that the signalizing of certain Epochs , Months , and Days , in whatever Country it prevails , has its Origin in the Nature of the human Mind , and in the Situation of Mankind in the World . This ...
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... common People an Emblem of the Purification . The degree of Latitude makes very little difference in the periods of this Plant , as I find by comparing Journals kept at Rome with those kept at Walthamstow in Essex . The yellow Spring ...
... common People an Emblem of the Purification . The degree of Latitude makes very little difference in the periods of this Plant , as I find by comparing Journals kept at Rome with those kept at Walthamstow in Essex . The yellow Spring ...
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... common , a Cock is the figure used for the windvane , and this , accord- ing to Du Cange , was originally devised as an emblem of clerical vigilance , the clergy being styled the Cocks of the Almighty , whose office it was to call us to ...
... common , a Cock is the figure used for the windvane , and this , accord- ing to Du Cange , was originally devised as an emblem of clerical vigilance , the clergy being styled the Cocks of the Almighty , whose office it was to call us to ...
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The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack, Revised and Ed. [Or ... Thomas Ignatius M Forster Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aestival Aldebaran alluded ancient appear April Arcturus August Autumn beautiful begin bells birds Bishop and Confessor blow blue Boötes bright Calendar called celebrated Ceres Christian Christmas church Climate of London clouds Cock cold colour Coltsfoot common Confessor constellation curious custom doth early earth Equiria fair FAUNA Faunus feast festival fire FLORA flowers garden goddess green head heaven Hesiod Holy honour hour Hyades HYGEIA July Jupiter King leaves light London March Martyr midheaven month Moon morning nature night November o'er observed Organ Orises Ovid particular persons Phrenology plants Pleiades poet Poppy rain reader right ascension rises Roman Calendar Romans Rome Rose round Saint Saturn says season seen sets song sort Spring stars storm Summer superstition Swallows sweet thee thou trees vernal Vesta Virgin weather wind Winter yellow
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Seite 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Seite 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Seite 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Seite 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Seite 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Seite 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...