The Every Day Book, Or, A Guide to the Year: Describing the Popular Amusements Sports, Ceremonies, Manners Customs & Events Incident to the Three Hundred & Sixty-five Days, in Past & Present Times, Band 1W. Tegg, 1826 |
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... continued with feasting for many days . " Twelfth - night eve or the vigil of the Epiphany is no way observed in London . There Twelfth - day itself comes with little of the pleasure that it offered to our fore- fathers . Such ...
... continued with feasting for many days . " Twelfth - night eve or the vigil of the Epiphany is no way observed in London . There Twelfth - day itself comes with little of the pleasure that it offered to our fore- fathers . Such ...
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... continued from first to last upwards of twenty hours , and at different places . Published with the consent and approbation of the family , and other parties concerned , to authenticate which , the original Copy is signed by them ...
... continued from first to last upwards of twenty hours , and at different places . Published with the consent and approbation of the family , and other parties concerned , to authenticate which , the original Copy is signed by them ...
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... continued till one in the morn ing , when he was so terrified , that he could remain no longer . As Mrs. Golding could not be persuad- ed to go to bed , Mrs. Pain , at one o'clock , made an excuse to go up stairs to her youngest child ...
... continued till one in the morn ing , when he was so terrified , that he could remain no longer . As Mrs. Golding could not be persuad- ed to go to bed , Mrs. Pain , at one o'clock , made an excuse to go up stairs to her youngest child ...
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... continued in some degree to pray whilst he was at work ; that he detested the Arians ; that he would not speak to a heretic unless to exhort him to the true faith ; and that he drove all such from his mountain , calling them ve- nomous ...
... continued in some degree to pray whilst he was at work ; that he detested the Arians ; that he would not speak to a heretic unless to exhort him to the true faith ; and that he drove all such from his mountain , calling them ve- nomous ...
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... continued to gaze on the body , till from weariness of the attitude and exhausted spirits . I dropped on the pillow , and insensibly sunk to sleep , for perhaps a quarter of an hour . On again awaking , the spectre was he and his family ...
... continued to gaze on the body , till from weariness of the attitude and exhausted spirits . I dropped on the pillow , and insensibly sunk to sleep , for perhaps a quarter of an hour . On again awaking , the spectre was he and his family ...
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Seite 360 - 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. Some men with swords may reap 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,...
Seite 360 - 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 401 - 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 69 - 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 401 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Seite 530 - What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name...
Seite 271 - Which the great lord inhabits not; and so This grove is wild with tangling underwood, And the trim walks are broken up, and grass, Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths. But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's songs, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Seite 69 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 327 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, 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 401 - 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...