The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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... Fields with its pendent yellow Cups ; the Pilewort usually first bespangles the Banks and shaded Sides of Fields with its golden Stars about St. Perpetua , March 7th . About the 18th of March , or the Celebration of St. Edward the King ...
... Fields with its pendent yellow Cups ; the Pilewort usually first bespangles the Banks and shaded Sides of Fields with its golden Stars about St. Perpetua , March 7th . About the 18th of March , or the Celebration of St. Edward the King ...
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... Field Hyacinth covers the Fields and upland Pastures with its brilliant blue ; a true Emblem of the Patron Saint of Albion's great maritime Empire , and which Poets have feigned to become a Braid for the bluehaired Oceanides of this ...
... Field Hyacinth covers the Fields and upland Pastures with its brilliant blue ; a true Emblem of the Patron Saint of Albion's great maritime Empire , and which Poets have feigned to become a Braid for the bluehaired Oceanides of this ...
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... Fields about St. Barnabas , and last in the Corn Lands till about the first ancient Feast of Ceres . The bright Scarlet Lychnis flowers about the 24th of June ; and hence a Poet who wrote Latin verses in the Eighteenth Century , calls ...
... Fields about St. Barnabas , and last in the Corn Lands till about the first ancient Feast of Ceres . The bright Scarlet Lychnis flowers about the 24th of June ; and hence a Poet who wrote Latin verses in the Eighteenth Century , calls ...
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... fields , and there light twelve small fires , and one large one . The attendants , headed by the master of the family , pledge the company in old cyder , which circulates freely on these occasions . A circle is formed round the large ...
... fields , and there light twelve small fires , and one large one . The attendants , headed by the master of the family , pledge the company in old cyder , which circulates freely on these occasions . A circle is formed round the large ...
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... Fields Put on their winter Robe of purest white . ' Tis brightness all ; save where the new Snow melts Along the mazy Current . Low the Woods Bow their hoar head ; and , ere the languid Sun , Faint from the West , emits his evening Ray ...
... Fields Put on their winter Robe of purest white . ' Tis brightness all ; save where the new Snow melts Along the mazy Current . Low the Woods Bow their hoar head ; and , ere the languid Sun , Faint from the West , emits his evening Ray ...
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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.
Стр. 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
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...
Стр. 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Стр. 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Стр. 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
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.
Стр. 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Стр. 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Стр. 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...