The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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... says Sir Thomas Browne , " in most parts of Europe , that inferreth the coldnesse of succeeding weather from the ... say , If Phoebus shews his face the second day . February 2. PURIFICATIO B. V. MARIAE , or Candlemas Day . Lyra et Leo ...
... says Sir Thomas Browne , " in most parts of Europe , that inferreth the coldnesse of succeeding weather from the ... say , If Phoebus shews his face the second day . February 2. PURIFICATIO B. V. MARIAE , or Candlemas Day . Lyra et Leo ...
Стр. 45
... says— Whose candelle burneth cleere and bright , a wonderous force and might Doth in these candells lie , which , if at any time they light , They sure believe that neither Storme nor Tempest dare abide , Nor Thunder in the Skie be ...
... says— Whose candelle burneth cleere and bright , a wonderous force and might Doth in these candells lie , which , if at any time they light , They sure believe that neither Storme nor Tempest dare abide , Nor Thunder in the Skie be ...
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... says of this time , Jam puer Idaeus media tenus eminet aluo : Et liquidas mixto nectare fundit aquas . Of a clear frosty day , often experienced in February , the following beautiful picture is drawn by the poet Grahame : - From sunward ...
... says of this time , Jam puer Idaeus media tenus eminet aluo : Et liquidas mixto nectare fundit aquas . Of a clear frosty day , often experienced in February , the following beautiful picture is drawn by the poet Grahame : - From sunward ...
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... says : - : - Jam levis obliqua subsedit Aquarius urna . Proximus aethereos excipe , Piscis , equos . The reader will ... say February fill dyke , and about this time we may often truly exclaim , with Virgil , Rura natant fossis atque ...
... says : - : - Jam levis obliqua subsedit Aquarius urna . Proximus aethereos excipe , Piscis , equos . The reader will ... say February fill dyke , and about this time we may often truly exclaim , with Virgil , Rura natant fossis atque ...
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... Says Plato , why should man be vain ? Since bounteous Heaven hath made him great , Why look with insolent disdain On those undecked with wealth or state ? Can costly robes , or beds of down , Or all the gems that deck the fair ; Can all ...
... Says Plato , why should man be vain ? Since bounteous Heaven hath made him great , Why look with insolent disdain On those undecked with wealth or state ? Can costly robes , or beds of down , Or all the gems that deck the fair ; Can all ...
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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...