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Pagina xxi
... called in France La Belle Marguerite , and in England Herb Margaret . The Early Daffodil blows about St. David's , March the 1st , and soon covers the Fields with its pendent yellow Cups ; the Pilewort usually first bespangles the Banks ...
... called in France La Belle Marguerite , and in England Herb Margaret . The Early Daffodil blows about St. David's , March the 1st , and soon covers the Fields with its pendent yellow Cups ; the Pilewort usually first bespangles the Banks ...
Pagina xxii
... called May , after the initial Day of the fifth Month ; but now the Blackthorn is hardly out by that Time . The Invention of the Cross , May the 3d , usually produces the Poetic Narcissus , as well as the Primrose Peerless , in ...
... called May , after the initial Day of the fifth Month ; but now the Blackthorn is hardly out by that Time . The Invention of the Cross , May the 3d , usually produces the Poetic Narcissus , as well as the Primrose Peerless , in ...
Pagina 1
... called New Year's Day , and the morning saluta- tion is " A happy new Year . " January is the coldest month of the year - hence the proverbs : Janiveer freeze the pot by the fire . Another proverb reminds us : When the grass grows in ...
... called New Year's Day , and the morning saluta- tion is " A happy new Year . " January is the coldest month of the year - hence the proverbs : Janiveer freeze the pot by the fire . Another proverb reminds us : When the grass grows in ...
Pagina 2
... called the portal of the year . There was a temple of Janus in Rome , which was shut up twenty five years before the Birth of Jesus Christ . It is said that Janus received Saturn when his son Jupiter had driven him out of Crete . Ovid ...
... called the portal of the year . There was a temple of Janus in Rome , which was shut up twenty five years before the Birth of Jesus Christ . It is said that Janus received Saturn when his son Jupiter had driven him out of Crete . Ovid ...
Pagina 8
... called The Festival of Kings , ' with this additional remark , that the ceremony of electing kings was continued with feasting for many days . ' In the cities and academies of Germany , the students and citizens choose one of their own ...
... called The Festival of Kings , ' with this additional remark , that the ceremony of electing kings was continued with feasting for many days . ' In the cities and academies of Germany , the students and citizens choose one of their own ...
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aestival Aldebaran alluded ancient appear April Arcturus August Autumn beautiful begin bells birds Bishop and Confessor blow blue Boötes bright Calendar called celebrated Ceres Christian Christmas church Climate of London clouds Cock cold colour Coltsfoot common Confessor constellation curious custom doth early earth Equiria fair FAUNA Faunus feast festival fire FLORA flowers garden goddess green head heaven Hesiod Holy honour hour Hyades HYGEIA July Jupiter King leaves light London March Martyr midheaven month Moon morning nature night November o'er observed Organ Orises Ovid particular persons Phrenology plants Pleiades poet Poppy rain reader right ascension rises Roman Calendar Romans Rome Rose round Saint Saturn says season seen sets song sort Spring stars storm Summer superstition Swallows sweet thee thou trees vernal Vesta Virgin weather wind Winter yellow
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Pagina 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Pagina 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Pagina 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Pagina 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Pagina 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Pagina 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Pagina 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Pagina 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Pagina 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Pagina 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...