The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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... common reverence to the statues and images of their de- ceased friends , their attention was soon exchanged for regular worship , and they were admitted by their votaries to share immortality and power over the world , with Jupiter or ...
... common reverence to the statues and images of their de- ceased friends , their attention was soon exchanged for regular worship , and they were admitted by their votaries to share immortality and power over the world , with Jupiter or ...
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... Common Prayer , states St. Valentine to have been a man of so much love and charity , that from thence arose the amorous divinations practised on his Feast Day . Specimen of an ancient Valentine . Ir is the hour of morning's prime , The ...
... Common Prayer , states St. Valentine to have been a man of so much love and charity , that from thence arose the amorous divinations practised on his Feast Day . Specimen of an ancient Valentine . Ir is the hour of morning's prime , The ...
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... common sort is pointed out by the Editor , who refers to M. Carl König , an illustrious Botanist , and Editor of the Annals of Botany , for an illustration of the observations of Jacquin and Ehrhart on this genus . It seems that the ...
... common sort is pointed out by the Editor , who refers to M. Carl König , an illustrious Botanist , and Editor of the Annals of Botany , for an illustration of the observations of Jacquin and Ehrhart on this genus . It seems that the ...
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... common air again . So ' tis with us , my jovial souls - Let friendship reign while here we stay : Let's crown our joy with flowing bowls ; When Jove commands we must obey . February 20 . SS . Tyrannio of Tyre and others . St. Mildred ...
... common air again . So ' tis with us , my jovial souls - Let friendship reign while here we stay : Let's crown our joy with flowing bowls ; When Jove commands we must obey . February 20 . SS . Tyrannio of Tyre and others . St. Mildred ...
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Thomas Ignatius M. Forster. which with little variety are common in most countries , seem to have been known and observed with accuracy of old . Indeed , their being familiar to almost every age and country affords the strongest proof of ...
Thomas Ignatius M. Forster. which with little variety are common in most countries , seem to have been known and observed with accuracy of old . Indeed , their being familiar to almost every age and country affords the strongest proof of ...
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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...