The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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Just like the Days do Persons change their Masters , Those Cods who them
protect against disasters ; And souls which were to Natal Genii given Belong to
Guardian Angels up in Heaven : And now each Popish Patron Saint disgraces
The ...
Just like the Days do Persons change their Masters , Those Cods who them
protect against disasters ; And souls which were to Natal Genii given Belong to
Guardian Angels up in Heaven : And now each Popish Patron Saint disgraces
The ...
Стр. 136
The following popular directions for finding the place of certain Constellations
and fixed Stars in the starry Heavens , are extracted from the best received works
on Astronomy , and will be useful to the general observer , and to all who are
fond ...
The following popular directions for finding the place of certain Constellations
and fixed Stars in the starry Heavens , are extracted from the best received works
on Astronomy , and will be useful to the general observer , and to all who are
fond ...
Стр. 190
Oft in bands , While they keep watch , or nightly rounding walk , With heavenly
touch of instrumental sounds , In full harmonic nunibers joined , their songs
Divide the night , and lift our thoughts to Heaven . February 18 , pp . 65 , 66 , we
have ...
Oft in bands , While they keep watch , or nightly rounding walk , With heavenly
touch of instrumental sounds , In full harmonic nunibers joined , their songs
Divide the night , and lift our thoughts to Heaven . February 18 , pp . 65 , 66 , we
have ...
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Mighty Mont Blanc , thou wert to me That minute , with thy brow in heaven , As
sure a sign of Deity As e'er to mortal gaze was given : Nor ever , were 1 destined
yet To live my life twice o'er again , Can I the deepfelt awe forget , The ecstacy
that ...
Mighty Mont Blanc , thou wert to me That minute , with thy brow in heaven , As
sure a sign of Deity As e'er to mortal gaze was given : Nor ever , were 1 destined
yet To live my life twice o'er again , Can I the deepfelt awe forget , The ecstacy
that ...
Стр. 388
... Began to bloom , but soon for man's offence To heaven removed , where first it
grew , there grows And flowers aloft , shading the fount of life , And where the
river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream
...
... Began to bloom , but soon for man's offence To heaven removed , where first it
grew , there grows And flowers aloft , shading the fount of life , And where the
river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream
...
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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...