The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastime, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times...Hunt and Clarke, 1827 |
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... common , 78 New Year's Day . Referring for the " New - year's gifts , " the Candlemas - bull , " and various ob- servances of our ancestors and ourselves , to the first volume of this work , wherein they are set forth in lively ...
... common , 78 New Year's Day . Referring for the " New - year's gifts , " the Candlemas - bull , " and various ob- servances of our ancestors and ourselves , to the first volume of this work , wherein they are set forth in lively ...
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... common cry " hogmenay trololay - gi'us your white bread and nane o ' your grey , " it being “ au gui menez , Rollet Follet , au gui menez , tiré liré , mainte du blanc et point du bis . " The word Rollet is , perhaps , a corrup- tion of ...
... common cry " hogmenay trololay - gi'us your white bread and nane o ' your grey , " it being “ au gui menez , Rollet Follet , au gui menez , tiré liré , mainte du blanc et point du bis . " The word Rollet is , perhaps , a corrup- tion of ...
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... common , called Hutton Conyers Moor , whereof William Aislabie , esq . of Studley Royal , ( lord of the manor of Hutton Conyers , ) is lord of the soil , and on which there is a large coney - warren belonging to the lord . The occupiers ...
... common , called Hutton Conyers Moor , whereof William Aislabie , esq . of Studley Royal , ( lord of the manor of Hutton Conyers , ) is lord of the soil , and on which there is a large coney - warren belonging to the lord . The occupiers ...
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... common people are a sort of grown children , spoiled and sulky , perhaps , but full of glee and merriment , when their attention is drawn off by some sadden and striking object . " The comfort , on which the English lay so much stress ...
... common people are a sort of grown children , spoiled and sulky , perhaps , but full of glee and merriment , when their attention is drawn off by some sadden and striking object . " The comfort , on which the English lay so much stress ...
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... common con- versation , and omit noticing the happi- ness of Half - price , and the cheering qua- lities of the Wine - room , fearful of wound- ing in the bosom of the Manager that innate modesty which is ever the conco- mitant of merit ...
... common con- versation , and omit noticing the happi- ness of Half - price , and the cheering qua- lities of the Wine - room , fearful of wound- ing in the bosom of the Manager that innate modesty which is ever the conco- mitant of merit ...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Том 2 William Hone Полный просмотр - 1830 |
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Стр. 251 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Стр. 253 - 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.
Стр. 561 - Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Стр. 251 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Стр. 251 - 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. 1203 - LORD of all power and might, who art the author and giver of all good things ; Graft in our hearts the love of thy Name, increase in us true religion, nourish us with all goodness, and of thy great mercy keep us in the same ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Стр. 599 - Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Стр. 877 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Стр. 599 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Стр. 253 - 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 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.