The every-day book, or, The guide to the year1825 |
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... Rome for tradesmen to work a little only , for luck's sake , that they might have con- stant business all the year after . A communication in an English journal of January 1824 relates , that in Paris on new year's day , which is called ...
... Rome for tradesmen to work a little only , for luck's sake , that they might have con- stant business all the year after . A communication in an English journal of January 1824 relates , that in Paris on new year's day , which is called ...
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... Rome . Whatever subject Ovid wrote on , he exhausted ; he painted nature with a masterly hand , and his genius imparted elegance to vulgarity ; but he defiled the sweetness of his num- bers by impurity , and though he ranks among the ...
... Rome . Whatever subject Ovid wrote on , he exhausted ; he painted nature with a masterly hand , and his genius imparted elegance to vulgarity ; but he defiled the sweetness of his num- bers by impurity , and though he ranks among the ...
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... Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ; where he was baptized by the name of Henry Benedict Maria Clemens : he died there in 1807 , in the 83d year of his age . In 1745 he went to France to head an army of fifteen thousand men , assem- bled at ...
... Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ; where he was baptized by the name of Henry Benedict Maria Clemens : he died there in 1807 , in the 83d year of his age . In 1745 he went to France to head an army of fifteen thousand men , assem- bled at ...
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... Rome , and preached in Gaul , where he suffered death about 290 , according to Butler , who affirms that he is the St. Lucian in the English Pro- testant calendar . There is reason to suppose , however , that the St. Lucian of Mrs ...
... Rome , and preached in Gaul , where he suffered death about 290 , according to Butler , who affirms that he is the St. Lucian in the English Pro- testant calendar . There is reason to suppose , however , that the St. Lucian of Mrs ...
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... Rome , returned and carried Alefrid , the son of Oswi , back to the shrines of the apostles there , became a monk , received the abbacy of Sts . Peter and Paul , Canter- bury , resigned it , pilgrimaged again to Rome , brought home ...
... Rome , returned and carried Alefrid , the son of Oswi , back to the shrines of the apostles there , became a monk , received the abbacy of Sts . Peter and Paul , Canter- bury , resigned it , pilgrimaged again to Rome , brought home ...
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Página 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...
Página 1063 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Página 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 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. Some men with swords may reap 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,...
Página 805 - 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...
Página 1217 - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
Página 805 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Página 605 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 1219 - 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, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Página 31 - I must do it, as it were in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.