The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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Pagina 19
... doth die ; The hellish Harpies , prophets of sad destiny . The Harpy has been supposed by some to be the Mada- gascar Bat . Even Milton has spoken of the Raven of the Night as a bird of evil omen : - How sweetly did they float upon the ...
... doth die ; The hellish Harpies , prophets of sad destiny . The Harpy has been supposed by some to be the Mada- gascar Bat . Even Milton has spoken of the Raven of the Night as a bird of evil omen : - How sweetly did they float upon the ...
Pagina 20
... doth shew His fearful face in time of greatest storme ; Huge Ziffius , whom mariners eschew No less than rocks as mariners inform , And greedy Rosmarines with visages deform . St. Anthony and the early Catholics regarded no beasts ...
... doth shew His fearful face in time of greatest storme ; Huge Ziffius , whom mariners eschew No less than rocks as mariners inform , And greedy Rosmarines with visages deform . St. Anthony and the early Catholics regarded no beasts ...
Pagina 28
... doth cover all the grounde , And Caecias blows his bitter blaste of woe ; The ponds , and pooles , and streams in ice are bounde , And famished birds are shivering in the snowe . Still round about the house they flitting goe , And at ...
... doth cover all the grounde , And Caecias blows his bitter blaste of woe ; The ponds , and pooles , and streams in ice are bounde , And famished birds are shivering in the snowe . Still round about the house they flitting goe , And at ...
Pagina 29
... doth forebode a fruitfull yeare . Hospitian observes - Est hic dies apud plebem criticus , utpote cuius serenitas fructuum abundantiam , venti bella , nebulae pestem , nix et pluvia caritatem indicare creduntur . Gay advises the ...
... doth forebode a fruitfull yeare . Hospitian observes - Est hic dies apud plebem criticus , utpote cuius serenitas fructuum abundantiam , venti bella , nebulae pestem , nix et pluvia caritatem indicare creduntur . Gay advises the ...
Pagina 36
... doth toll For some but now departing Soul , Whom even now those ominous fowle , The Bat , the Nightjar , or Screech Owl , Lament ; hark ! I hear the wilde wolfe howle In this black night that seems to scowle , All these my black book ...
... doth toll For some but now departing Soul , Whom even now those ominous fowle , The Bat , the Nightjar , or Screech Owl , Lament ; hark ! I hear the wilde wolfe howle In this black night that seems to scowle , All these my black book ...
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The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack, Revised and Ed. [Or ... Thomas Ignatius M Forster Nu există previzualizare disponibilă - 2015 |
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Pasaje populare
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...