The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Band 11859 |
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... boys almost as finely as Fiamingo mo- delled their forms - but imagine a juvenile party closely seated round a large table , with a Pope Joan board in the middle ; each well supplied with mother - o ' - pearl. No. 4 . 83 90 THE EVERY ...
... boys almost as finely as Fiamingo mo- delled their forms - but imagine a juvenile party closely seated round a large table , with a Pope Joan board in the middle ; each well supplied with mother - o ' - pearl. No. 4 . 83 90 THE EVERY ...
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... boys of St. Paul's school met with those of St. Anthony's , " they would call them St. Anthony's pigs , and they again would call the others pigeons of Paul's ; because many pigeons were bred in Paul's church , and St. Anthony was ...
... boys of St. Paul's school met with those of St. Anthony's , " they would call them St. Anthony's pigs , and they again would call the others pigeons of Paul's ; because many pigeons were bred in Paul's church , and St. Anthony was ...
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... boys in the streets , to the great annoyance of old ladies , who are generally the ob- jects of this sport . One of the ragged striplings that wander in crowds about Seville , having tagged a piece of paper with a hooked pin , and ...
... boys in the streets , to the great annoyance of old ladies , who are generally the ob- jects of this sport . One of the ragged striplings that wander in crowds about Seville , having tagged a piece of paper with a hooked pin , and ...
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... boy , and which they had stolen from the boys ; while in another part of the village the boys were burning what they called an " ivy girl , " which they had stolen from the girls . The ceremony of each burning was accompanied by ...
... boy , and which they had stolen from the boys ; while in another part of the village the boys were burning what they called an " ivy girl , " which they had stolen from the girls . The ceremony of each burning was accompanied by ...
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... boys in the neighbourhood of Salisbury go about be- fore Shrove - tide singing these lines : Shrove - tide is nigh at hand , And I am come a shroving ; Pray , dame , something , An apple or a dumpling , Or a piece of Truckle cheese Of ...
... boys in the neighbourhood of Salisbury go about be- fore Shrove - tide singing these lines : Shrove - tide is nigh at hand , And I am come a shroving ; Pray , dame , something , An apple or a dumpling , Or a piece of Truckle cheese Of ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 797 - 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 137 - 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 715 - ... 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, 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 715 - 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.
Seite 797 - 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...
Seite 97 - 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...
Seite 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Seite 389 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Seite 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.