The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastime, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times...Hunt and Clarke, 1827 |
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... sweet Rowena said , Health , cry'd the chieftain , to the Saxon maid ; Then gayly rose , and ' midst the concourse wide , Kiss'd her hale lips , and plac'd her by his side : At the soft scene such gentle thoughts abound , That health ...
... sweet Rowena said , Health , cry'd the chieftain , to the Saxon maid ; Then gayly rose , and ' midst the concourse wide , Kiss'd her hale lips , and plac'd her by his side : At the soft scene such gentle thoughts abound , That health ...
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... sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till she is full - orb'd , mistress of the sky ? — So is it with the mind , when silently Into the young heart's void steals ...
... sweet blush Remains to please the gazer's wistful sight , And that she shines increasingly in strength , Till she is full - orb'd , mistress of the sky ? — So is it with the mind , when silently Into the young heart's void steals ...
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... sweet ; and upon the feast of the comme- moration of St. Paul in summer , a good buck , and offer the same to be spent ( or divided ) among the canons resident ; the doe to be brought by one man at the hour of procession , and through ...
... sweet ; and upon the feast of the comme- moration of St. Paul in summer , a good buck , and offer the same to be spent ( or divided ) among the canons resident ; the doe to be brought by one man at the hour of procession , and through ...
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... sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when at opening morn , the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease , So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall , 137 ...
... sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal ! As when at opening morn , the fragrant breeze Breathes on the trembling sense of wan disease , So piercing to my heart their force I feel ! And hark ! with lessening cadence now they fall , 137 ...
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... sweet time Since last I heard their soothing chime . Those joyous hours are passed away , And many a friend that then was gay , Within the tomb now darkly dwells , And hears no more those evening bells . And so ' twill be when I am gone ...
... sweet time Since last I heard their soothing chime . Those joyous hours are passed away , And many a friend that then was gay , Within the tomb now darkly dwells , And hears no more those evening bells . And so ' twill be when I am gone ...
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Página 251 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 253 - 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.
Página 561 - Doth every beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Página 251 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 251 - 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 1203 - LORD of all power and might, who art the author and giver of all good things ; Graft in our hearts the love of thy Name, increase in us true religion, nourish us with all goodness, and of thy great mercy keep us in the same ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Página 599 - Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Página 877 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 599 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Página 253 - 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 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.