The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Volumen21859 |
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... , in peace , your hard - earned gain ! NATURALISTS ' CALENDAR . Mean Temperature . . . 60 · 40 . The Morning Chronicle , 18 ! 0 . September 3 . PURTON FAIR , WILTS . To the 1205 1206 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - SEPTEMBER 2 .
... , in peace , your hard - earned gain ! NATURALISTS ' CALENDAR . Mean Temperature . . . 60 · 40 . The Morning Chronicle , 18 ! 0 . September 3 . PURTON FAIR , WILTS . To the 1205 1206 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - SEPTEMBER 2 .
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William Hone. September 3 . PURTON FAIR , WILTS . To the Editor of the Every - Day Book . August 18 , 1826 . Dear Sir , -Perhaps you , or some of your readers , may be acquainted with a small village in the north of Wiltshire , called ...
William Hone. September 3 . PURTON FAIR , WILTS . To the Editor of the Every - Day Book . August 18 , 1826 . Dear Sir , -Perhaps you , or some of your readers , may be acquainted with a small village in the north of Wiltshire , called ...
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... Purton do not combat against each other . No - believe me , sir , they are better acquainted with the laws of chiv- alry . Purton produces four candidates , and a small village adjoining , called Stretton , sends forth four more . These ...
... Purton do not combat against each other . No - believe me , sir , they are better acquainted with the laws of chiv- alry . Purton produces four candidates , and a small village adjoining , called Stretton , sends forth four more . These ...
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... PURTON , This SONG is most respectfully inscribed , By their ever true and devoted humble servant , C. T. CHARLES TOMLINSON . SONG . PURTON FAIR . Come , neighbours , listen , I'll sing you a song , Which , I assure you , will not keep ...
... PURTON , This SONG is most respectfully inscribed , By their ever true and devoted humble servant , C. T. CHARLES TOMLINSON . SONG . PURTON FAIR . Come , neighbours , listen , I'll sing you a song , Which , I assure you , will not keep ...
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... Purton Fair , " my grandmother and father born there , the birth - place of Anne Boleyn , I feel interested in the spot of my progeni- tors . C. T. , speaking of old " Corey Dyne , " the gipsy , says a man named Black- ford was the most ...
... Purton Fair , " my grandmother and father born there , the birth - place of Anne Boleyn , I feel interested in the spot of my progeni- tors . C. T. , speaking of old " Corey Dyne , " the gipsy , says a man named Black- ford was the most ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 567 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity...
Página 117 - And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Página 255 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 253 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Página 253 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 253 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 605 - The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring, And float amid the liquid noon ; Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gaily-gilded trim, Quick-glancing to the sun.
Página 961 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 255 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:— do I wake or sleep?
Página 253 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...