The Everyday Book ; Or, a Guide to the Year: Describing the Popular Amusements, Sports, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events Incident to the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times : 436 IllustWard, Lock & Company, 1888 |
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... hand neighbour , not being permitted to correct his mistake . When this has gone all round , the con- ductor repeats the first speech , and adds the following . " In the first corner stands a superb alater- nus , Whose shade , in the ...
... hand neighbour , not being permitted to correct his mistake . When this has gone all round , the con- ductor repeats the first speech , and adds the following . " In the first corner stands a superb alater- nus , Whose shade , in the ...
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... hands ; and some of them he saw were stopped by him , and others were flying beyond him ; whereupon the tall one ... hand , and another piece of him was shown at Tour > not there . I then arose , and having 58 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK ...
... hands ; and some of them he saw were stopped by him , and others were flying beyond him ; whereupon the tall one ... hand , and another piece of him was shown at Tour > not there . I then arose , and having 58 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK ...
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... hand , fastens the paper - tail on the back of the black or walking petticoat called Saya . The whole Little is remembered of these homely gang of ragamuffins , who , at a convenient methods for knowing " all about sweet- distance ...
... hand , fastens the paper - tail on the back of the black or walking petticoat called Saya . The whole Little is remembered of these homely gang of ragamuffins , who , at a convenient methods for knowing " all about sweet- distance ...
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... hands aud piteous eye , Fearing to move or speak , she look'd so dreamingly 64 66 Ah , Porphyro ! " said she , " but ... hand ; — " Let us away , my love , with happy speed . • And they are gone : ay , ages long ago These lovers fled ...
... hands aud piteous eye , Fearing to move or speak , she look'd so dreamingly 64 66 Ah , Porphyro ! " said she , " but ... hand ; — " Let us away , my love , with happy speed . • And they are gone : ay , ages long ago These lovers fled ...
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... hand immediately on entering the hall ; the entrance to the court of Common Pleas being about midway on the same side of the hall , whither , on the barons having retired , the serjeants withdrew to commence business before the judges ...
... hand immediately on entering the hall ; the entrance to the court of Common Pleas being about midway on the same side of the hall , whither , on the barons having retired , the serjeants withdrew to commence business before the judges ...
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Seite 298 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Seite 395 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Seite 266 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Seite 49 - 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; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth...
Seite 354 - 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 69 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 69 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
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 597 - Behold him, while he is doing — it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth round the string ! — Now he is just done. To see the extreme sensibility of that tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes — radiant jellies — shooting stars...
Seite 354 - 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.