The Everyday Book ; Or, a Guide to the Year: Describing the Popular Amusements, Sports, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events Incident to the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times : 436 IllustWard, Lock & Company, 1888 - Almanacs, English |
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... fish , palaces , cats , dogs , churches , lions , milk- maids , knights , serpents , and innumera- ble other forms in snow - white confection 1s to be gathered , that the king of Twelfth-. 24 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 6 .
... fish , palaces , cats , dogs , churches , lions , milk- maids , knights , serpents , and innumera- ble other forms in snow - white confection 1s to be gathered , that the king of Twelfth-. 24 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 6 .
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... lion ) of the tribe of Juaa . " After this railing the pope died , and Hilary was comforted . St. Veronica . She was a nun , with a desire to live always on bread and water , died in 1497 , and was canonized , after her claim to ...
... lion ) of the tribe of Juaa . " After this railing the pope died , and Hilary was comforted . St. Veronica . She was a nun , with a desire to live always on bread and water , died in 1497 , and was canonized , after her claim to ...
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... lions digging his grave with their claws , wherein he buried St. Paul , first wrapping him in St. Athanasius's cloak , and preserving , as a great treasure , St. Paul's garment , made of palm - tree leaves , stitched together . How St ...
... lions digging his grave with their claws , wherein he buried St. Paul , first wrapping him in St. Athanasius's cloak , and preserving , as a great treasure , St. Paul's garment , made of palm - tree leaves , stitched together . How St ...
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... lion roaring and seeming- to make towards him , the bull to butt , the serpent to creep , and the wolf to run at him , and so in short all the rest ; so that Anthony was tortured and mangled by them so grievously that his bodily pain ...
... lion roaring and seeming- to make towards him , the bull to butt , the serpent to creep , and the wolf to run at him , and so in short all the rest ; so that Anthony was tortured and mangled by them so grievously that his bodily pain ...
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... lion , who had fasted three days , would not eat her , and fire would not burn her ; but a sword cut her head off in 228 , and at the end of two days two eagles were found watching her body . " That which above all con- firmeth the ...
... lion , who had fasted three days , would not eat her , and fire would not burn her ; but a sword cut her head off in 228 , and at the end of two days two eagles were found watching her body . " That which above all con- firmeth the ...
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Page 298 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Page 395 - 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 mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 266 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 49 - 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; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth...
Page 354 - 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 69 - 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.
Page 69 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Page 69 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 597 - Behold him, while he is doing — it seemeth rather a refreshing warmth, than a scorching heat, that he is so passive to. How equably he twirleth round the string ! — Now he is just done. To see the extreme sensibility of that tender age, he hath wept out his pretty eyes — radiant jellies — shooting stars...
Page 354 - 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.