The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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Strana 5
... give a liveliness to the internal decorations of apartments at this dull season . Virgil thus describes the missletoe , Aen . vi . 205 . Quale solet sylvis brumali frigore viscum Fronde vivere nova , quod non sua seminat arbos , Et ...
... give a liveliness to the internal decorations of apartments at this dull season . Virgil thus describes the missletoe , Aen . vi . 205 . Quale solet sylvis brumali frigore viscum Fronde vivere nova , quod non sua seminat arbos , Et ...
Strana 9
... Give St. Distaff all the right : Then bid Christmas sport good night . And next morrow , every one To his owne vocation . -- HERRICK'S Hesperides , p . 374 . Aikin in his calendar observes of this time of year " The domestic cattle now ...
... Give St. Distaff all the right : Then bid Christmas sport good night . And next morrow , every one To his owne vocation . -- HERRICK'S Hesperides , p . 374 . Aikin in his calendar observes of this time of year " The domestic cattle now ...
Strana 10
... give life to this dreary season . Now , in the Netherlands , and where the Rhine Branch'd out in many a long Canal extends , From every Province swarming , void of Care , Batavia rushes forth ; and as they sweep , On sounding Skates , a ...
... give life to this dreary season . Now , in the Netherlands , and where the Rhine Branch'd out in many a long Canal extends , From every Province swarming , void of Care , Batavia rushes forth ; and as they sweep , On sounding Skates , a ...
Strana 11
... give the original Italian . Le Piume delle Donne . QUELLE Piume bianche e nere , Che sul capo voi portate , Care donne innamorate , Vi fan crescer la beltà . Rassembrate a chi vi mira , Tante lodole fastose , Pavoncelle che pompose Van ...
... give the original Italian . Le Piume delle Donne . QUELLE Piume bianche e nere , Che sul capo voi portate , Care donne innamorate , Vi fan crescer la beltà . Rassembrate a chi vi mira , Tante lodole fastose , Pavoncelle che pompose Van ...
Strana 12
... give place to the cymbal and castanet , and dancing to the fiddle is resorted to as a neces- sary pastime . The following ode on a Ball , found among the papers of a man of letters , may amuse . De puellá rusticá saltante . QUALIS ...
... give place to the cymbal and castanet , and dancing to the fiddle is resorted to as a neces- sary pastime . The following ode on a Ball , found among the papers of a man of letters , may amuse . De puellá rusticá saltante . QUALIS ...
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The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack, Revised and Ed. [Or ... Thomas Ignatius M Forster Náhled není k dispozici. - 2015 |
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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...