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, Volum 1R. Griffin and Company, 1839 |
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Pàgina 75
... England ; for I can prove it to be true , that he has caused many an honest man to waste and consume all that he hath . The prisoner , sir John Barleycorn , being called on for his defence , urged , that to his accusers he was a friend ...
... England ; for I can prove it to be true , that he has caused many an honest man to waste and consume all that he hath . The prisoner , sir John Barleycorn , being called on for his defence , urged , that to his accusers he was a friend ...
Pàgina 77
... England is undone , for there is not another in the land can do as he can do , and hath done ; for he can make a cripple go , the coward fight , and a soldier neither feel hunger nor cold . I beseech you , gen- tlemen , let him live ...
... England is undone , for there is not another in the land can do as he can do , and hath done ; for he can make a cripple go , the coward fight , and a soldier neither feel hunger nor cold . I beseech you , gen- tlemen , let him live ...
Pàgina 79
... England , with- out going to the university ; obtained or- ders from bishop Hoadley in 1731 , and several preferments from the lord chan- cellor Hardwicke and earl Hardwicke ; became a member of the Royal Society before he was thirty ...
... England , with- out going to the university ; obtained or- ders from bishop Hoadley in 1731 , and several preferments from the lord chan- cellor Hardwicke and earl Hardwicke ; became a member of the Royal Society before he was thirty ...
Pàgina 151
... England calendar . Butler affirms that his body was " thrown in a marshy field among rushes , but a crow defended it from wild beasts and birds of prey . " The Golden Legend says that angels had the guardianship of the body , that the ...
... England calendar . Butler affirms that his body was " thrown in a marshy field among rushes , but a crow defended it from wild beasts and birds of prey . " The Golden Legend says that angels had the guardianship of the body , that the ...
Pàgina 187
... England than the destruction of the Spanish ar- mada , for which no festival is established ? Are we more or less free for the execution of king Charles ? Are we at this day still guilty of his blood ? When is the stain to be washed out ...
... England than the destruction of the Spanish ar- mada , for which no festival is established ? Are we more or less free for the execution of king Charles ? Are we at this day still guilty of his blood ? When is the stain to be washed out ...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... William Hone Visualització completa - 1838 |
The Every-day Book and Table Book; Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... William Hone Visualització completa - 1830 |
The Every-day Book, and Table Book; Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Volum 1 William Hone Visualització completa - 1826 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 805 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Pàgina 653 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Pàgina 719 - The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar, now, See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Pàgina 805 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Pàgina 805 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! XXII.
Pàgina 137 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Pàgina 389 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Pàgina 389 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Pàgina 137 - No uttered syllable, or, woe betide! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Pàgina 719 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.