The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Том 21859 |
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... while engaged in exemplifying man- ners , " I have religiously adhered to " morals , " is the most gratifying reward I could hope to receive , February , 1827 . 64 W. HONE THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . JANUARY . Then came viii PREFACE .
... while engaged in exemplifying man- ners , " I have religiously adhered to " morals , " is the most gratifying reward I could hope to receive , February , 1827 . 64 W. HONE THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . JANUARY . Then came viii PREFACE .
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... hope will now begin , Of our Wassel And after his good wife Our spiced bowl will try , The Lord prolong your life , Good fortune we espy , For our Wassel . Some bounty from your hands , Our Wassel to maintain . We'll buy no house nor ...
... hope will now begin , Of our Wassel And after his good wife Our spiced bowl will try , The Lord prolong your life , Good fortune we espy , For our Wassel . Some bounty from your hands , Our Wassel to maintain . We'll buy no house nor ...
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... hope your soul in Heaven may rest : But if you do bring us a bowl of the small , Then down fall butler , bowl , and all . Hogmany . rous Celts and Gauls had to contend with the Of this usage in Scotland , obstacles which their ignorance ...
... hope your soul in Heaven may rest : But if you do bring us a bowl of the small , Then down fall butler , bowl , and all . Hogmany . rous Celts and Gauls had to contend with the Of this usage in Scotland , obstacles which their ignorance ...
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... hope of concealing their private reasons for refusing " public charity : " - and now , the upright and kind - hearted welcome the annual call , and dispense bountifully . Their prosperity is a blessing . Each scattereth and yet ...
... hope of concealing their private reasons for refusing " public charity : " - and now , the upright and kind - hearted welcome the annual call , and dispense bountifully . Their prosperity is a blessing . Each scattereth and yet ...
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... hope , in be- half of its seasonableness here , that it was at Christmas time . The King drinks . " For We recur once more to this subject , for the sake of remarking that there is an ac- count of a certain curate , " who having taken ...
... hope , in be- half of its seasonableness here , that it was at Christmas time . The King drinks . " For We recur once more to this subject , for the sake of remarking that there is an ac- count of a certain curate , " who having taken ...
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Стр. 567 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Стр. 117 - And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Стр. 255 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Стр. 253 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Стр. 253 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Стр. 253 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Стр. 605 - The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon ; Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim, Quick-glancing to the sun.
Стр. 961 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 255 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:— do I wake or sleep?
Стр. 253 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...