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... boys of Eton school used on this day to play for little new year's gifts before and after supper ; and also to make verses , which they presented to the provost and masters , and to each other : new year's gifts of verses , however ...
... boys of Eton school used on this day to play for little new year's gifts before and after supper ; and also to make verses , which they presented to the provost and masters , and to each other : new year's gifts of verses , however ...
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... boy's legs without the boots , angrily demanded who had done it ? " It was I , sir , " said the rocker , " who had the honour , some thirty years since , to at- tend on your highness , in your infancy , when you had the same infirmity ...
... boy's legs without the boots , angrily demanded who had done it ? " It was I , sir , " said the rocker , " who had the honour , some thirty years since , to at- tend on your highness , in your infancy , when you had the same infirmity ...
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... boys the Ineans of actively exerting their limbs and muscles and if the ends of a pole be let into opposite walls or fastened to trees , the boys may be taught to climb single ropes , and hold on while swinging by them . The engraving ...
... boys the Ineans of actively exerting their limbs and muscles and if the ends of a pole be let into opposite walls or fastened to trees , the boys may be taught to climb single ropes , and hold on while swinging by them . The engraving ...
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... boy , it was customary for many families , on the twelfth eve of Christmas , to invite their relations , friends , and neighbours , to their houses , to play at cards , and to partake of a supper , of which minced pies were an ...
... boy , it was customary for many families , on the twelfth eve of Christmas , to invite their relations , friends , and neighbours , to their houses , to play at cards , and to partake of a supper , of which minced pies were an ...
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... boys stand aside ! Countryman . What is all this ; Is any body ill in the shop ? 1st Boy . Nobody , sir ; it's only Twelfth day ! 2d Boy . This is a pastrycook's , sir ; look at the window ! There they stand ! What cakes ! 3d Boy . What ...
... boys stand aside ! Countryman . What is all this ; Is any body ill in the shop ? 1st Boy . Nobody , sir ; it's only Twelfth day ! 2d Boy . This is a pastrycook's , sir ; look at the window ! There they stand ! What cakes ! 3d Boy . What ...
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Page 797 - 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...
Page 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.
Page 715 - ... the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. 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: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Page 715 - 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.
Page 797 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 97 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Page 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Page 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...
Page 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.