The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Volumul 11859 |
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Pagina 5
... never failed to bring a train of pensive imagery into my fancy . Yet I then scarce conceived what it meant , or thought of it as a reckoning that cou- cerned me . Not childhood alone , but the young man till thirty , never feels practi ...
... never failed to bring a train of pensive imagery into my fancy . Yet I then scarce conceived what it meant , or thought of it as a reckoning that cou- cerned me . Not childhood alone , but the young man till thirty , never feels practi ...
Pagina 73
... never a penny , so that I had not wherewithal to support my family , and my head ached to such a de- gree , that I was not able to work for three or four days ; and this set my wife a scolding , so that I not only lost the good opinion ...
... never a penny , so that I had not wherewithal to support my family , and my head ached to such a de- gree , that I was not able to work for three or four days ; and this set my wife a scolding , so that I not only lost the good opinion ...
Pagina 75
... never have enough , and this overcharge brings on the inconveniences complained of , makes them quarrelsome with one another , and abusive to their very friends , so that we are forced to lay them down to sleep . From hence it ap- pears ...
... never have enough , and this overcharge brings on the inconveniences complained of , makes them quarrelsome with one another , and abusive to their very friends , so that we are forced to lay them down to sleep . From hence it ap- pears ...
Pagina 81
... never tasted bread for thirty years , founded a monastery for an unlimited number of monks , dug one grave large enough to hold the whole community , when he received strangers , and had not food enough , he prayed for its miraculous in ...
... never tasted bread for thirty years , founded a monastery for an unlimited number of monks , dug one grave large enough to hold the whole community , when he received strangers , and had not food enough , he prayed for its miraculous in ...
Pagina 91
... never in my life ( and I knew Sarah Battle many of the best years of it ) saw her take out her snuffbox when it was her turn to play , or snuff a candle in the middle of a game , or ring for a ser- vant till it was fairly over . She never ...
... never in my life ( and I knew Sarah Battle many of the best years of it ) saw her take out her snuffbox when it was her turn to play , or snuff a candle in the middle of a game , or ring for a ser- vant till it was fairly over . She never ...
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Pasaje populare
Pagina 797 - 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...
Pagina 137 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Pagina 715 - ... 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, 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.
Pagina 715 - 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.
Pagina 797 - 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...
Pagina 97 - 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...
Pagina 649 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the...
Pagina 389 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Pagina 649 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Pagina 125 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.