The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Months, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac ... for Daily Use and Diversio, Том 1R. Griffin and Company, 1837 |
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... letter- writing , no printing , no engraving , no bending over the desk , no " wasting of the midnight oil " and the brain together , no financing , not a hundredth part of the relationships in society , nor of the cares that we have ...
... letter- writing , no printing , no engraving , no bending over the desk , no " wasting of the midnight oil " and the brain together , no financing , not a hundredth part of the relationships in society , nor of the cares that we have ...
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... letter to the lord privy seal of England , dated 26th of January 1540 , on the performance of a play , or morality , written by the cele- brated sir David Lindsay . It was enti- tled The Satire of the Three Estates , and was performed ...
... letter to the lord privy seal of England , dated 26th of January 1540 , on the performance of a play , or morality , written by the cele- brated sir David Lindsay . It was enti- tled The Satire of the Three Estates , and was performed ...
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... merry merry month of May , " they may be read in the " dreary dark December , " for every new moon presents the same beautiful phenomenon . LETTER from PAUL PRY . To the Editor of the 43 41 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 8 .
... merry merry month of May , " they may be read in the " dreary dark December , " for every new moon presents the same beautiful phenomenon . LETTER from PAUL PRY . To the Editor of the 43 41 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 8 .
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... LETTER from PAUL PRY . To the Editor of the Every - Day Book . Sir , — I hope I don't intrude I have called at Ludgate - hill a great many times to see you , and made many kind inquiries , but I am always informed you are " not at home ...
... LETTER from PAUL PRY . To the Editor of the Every - Day Book . Sir , — I hope I don't intrude I have called at Ludgate - hill a great many times to see you , and made many kind inquiries , but I am always informed you are " not at home ...
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... letter re- specting facts of this nature , is , that the name and address of the writer be com- municated to the editor , who will subjoin such signature as the writer may choose his letter should bear to the eye of the public . The ...
... letter re- specting facts of this nature , is , that the name and address of the writer be com- municated to the editor , who will subjoin such signature as the writer may choose his letter should bear to the eye of the public . The ...
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Стр. 249 - 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, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 901 - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds : The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Стр. 245 - 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...
Стр. 247 - 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...
Стр. 247 - 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. 1181 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose ; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The Sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 963 - 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. 115 - And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far 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. 1211 - 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. 963 - And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.