One hour's reading: remarkable customs, seaons and holidays, epithets and phrases, &c

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William Tegg & Company, 1877 - Epithets - 316 pages

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Page 119 - Come on therefore, let us enjoy the good things that are present : and let us speedily use the creatures like as in youth. Let us fill ourselves with costly wine and ointments : and let no flower of the spring pass by us : Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be withered...
Page 127 - No sun — no moon ! No morn — no noon — No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day — No sky — no earthly view — No distance looking blue — No road — no street — no " t'other side the way " — No end to any Row — No indications where the Crescents go — No top to any steeple — No recognitions of familiar people — No courtesies for showing 'em — No knowing 'em ! — No travelling at all — no locomotion, No inkling of the way — no notion —
Page 101 - ... pronounced, when the foreman of the jury begged that some of the burnt pig, of which the culprits stood accused, might be handed into the box. He handled it, and they all handled it, and burning their fingers, as Bo-bo and his father had done before them, and nature prompting to each of them the same remedy, against the face of all the facts, and the clearest charge which judge had ever given — to the surprise of the whole court, townsfolk, strangers, reporters, and all present — without...
Page 99 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, father ; only taste ; O Lord !" — with such-like barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Page 98 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
Page 120 - Be thou on the earth"; Likewise to the small rain, And to the great rain of his strength. He sealeth up the hand of every man; That all men may know his work.
Page 101 - People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world.
Page 99 - He burnt his fingers, and to cool them he applied them in his booby fashion to his mouth. Some of the crumbs of the scorched skin had come away with his fingers, and for the first time in his life (in the world's life indeed, for before him no man had known it) he tasted crackling ! Again he felt and fumbled at the pig.
Page 99 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so...
Page 116 - Last night the sun went pale to bed; The moon in halos hid her head. The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, For, see, a rainbow spans the sky. The walls are damp, the ditches smell, Clos'd is the pink-eyed pimpernel. Hark ! how the chairs and tables crack...

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