The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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A writer in the Gentleman's Magazine also , vol . liii . for July 1783 , p . 578 ,
conjectures that " the custom of imposing upon and ridiculing people on the first
of April , may have an allusion to the mockery of the Saviour of the World by the
Jews .
A writer in the Gentleman's Magazine also , vol . liii . for July 1783 , p . 578 ,
conjectures that " the custom of imposing upon and ridiculing people on the first
of April , may have an allusion to the mockery of the Saviour of the World by the
Jews .
Стр. 439
Bourne thinks the original of both these customs is Jewish , and cites Hospinian ,
who tells us that the Heathens copied after this custom of the Jews , and at the
end of their harvest , offered up their first fruits to the gods . For the Jews rejoiced
...
Bourne thinks the original of both these customs is Jewish , and cites Hospinian ,
who tells us that the Heathens copied after this custom of the Jews , and at the
end of their harvest , offered up their first fruits to the gods . For the Jews rejoiced
...
Стр. 615
The useful custom of ringing one of the church bells at four , five , or six o'clock ,
or some other early hour in the morning , and at eight in the evening , which is
still practised all over England , is said , by antiquarians , to be a remnant of the ...
The useful custom of ringing one of the church bells at four , five , or six o'clock ,
or some other early hour in the morning , and at eight in the evening , which is
still practised all over England , is said , by antiquarians , to be a remnant of the ...
Стр. 720
Some faint traces are still left of a custom of Going a Gooding , as it is called , on
St. Thomas's Day , which seems to have been done by women only ; who , in
return for the alms they received , appear to have presented their benefactors
with ...
Some faint traces are still left of a custom of Going a Gooding , as it is called , on
St. Thomas's Day , which seems to have been done by women only ; who , in
return for the alms they received , appear to have presented their benefactors
with ...
Стр. 741
Accounts left by historians prove that this absurd practice was actually followed
by people of all ranks , and to have laughed at it would , a few years ago , have
been accounted a want of decent respect to religious customs . Tusser actually ...
Accounts left by historians prove that this absurd practice was actually followed
by people of all ranks , and to have laughed at it would , a few years ago , have
been accounted a want of decent respect to religious customs . Tusser actually ...
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Стр. 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
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Стр. 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
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Стр. 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
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