The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., 5. kötetRobert Kemp Philp |
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... Junket Floating Island , a 124 22 ( Another way ) 124 Fruits , directions for preserv ing , 188 , 220 , 283 , 284 , 317 , 347 Gooseberry Fool • 60 • 341 Hair , Remarks on the Hu- man • 99 29 to Ripen HOUSEWIFE , continued : - Page.
... Junket Floating Island , a 124 22 ( Another way ) 124 Fruits , directions for preserv ing , 188 , 220 , 283 , 284 , 317 , 347 Gooseberry Fool • 60 • 341 Hair , Remarks on the Hu- man • 99 29 to Ripen HOUSEWIFE , continued : - Page.
1. oldal
... direction pa- rallel to its course . Within the shadow of the hill on which the manor - house stood , and at no great distance from it , was the village church , built of that gray stone pe- culiar to the country . Its old ivied tower ...
... direction pa- rallel to its course . Within the shadow of the hill on which the manor - house stood , and at no great distance from it , was the village church , built of that gray stone pe- culiar to the country . Its old ivied tower ...
15. oldal
... direction , and working till it is quite concealed . " " And the beads , Mamma - you have for- gotten them . " " No ; they are put on afterwards with a little sewing silk . Trim the edge of the crown with a succession of slanting rows ...
... direction , and working till it is quite concealed . " " And the beads , Mamma - you have for- gotten them . " " No ; they are put on afterwards with a little sewing silk . Trim the edge of the crown with a succession of slanting rows ...
32. oldal
... direction . If he now lift the candle to the upper part of the door , he will find , on the contrary , that the flame points out- wards ; from which it appears , that when a fire is lighted in a room , a stream of air is always rush ...
... direction . If he now lift the candle to the upper part of the door , he will find , on the contrary , that the flame points out- wards ; from which it appears , that when a fire is lighted in a room , a stream of air is always rush ...
57. oldal
... directions . ROULEAU HEAD - DRESS . This pattern requires twenty - four strands , each containing about thirty or thirty - six hairs of eighteen or twenty - four inches in length - the number of hairs depends on their fineness , and the ...
... directions . ROULEAU HEAD - DRESS . This pattern requires twenty - four strands , each containing about thirty or thirty - six hairs of eighteen or twenty - four inches in length - the number of hairs depends on their fineness , and the ...
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Alexei Amélie antimacassar appearance Baron BATRACHOSPERMUM beads beautiful blue boil called Castleton centre chain child cold colour common hazel convex lens cotton Court-Secretary crochet custard daughter dear Don Giovanni dress Eva Meredith exclaimed eyes father feel Feodora flowers fruit girl give glass gold green hair hand happy Haydn head heart honour inches isinglass Ivan Joseph Haydn King lady leaves length Leopoldstadt light Lindner live look Lord Maitland Master Heissler ment morning mother Mozart muslin never Olga passed Pawn Peregrine Maitland piece pint poor pound pretty Prince rays replied Robert Lindner round scarlet Selborne shells side silk Sir Peregrine smile square stand stitch sugar syrup tell thing thought tion trees Ursula Vienna Violet whole WINDSOR CASTLE wire wish words young
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31. oldal - Look not upon me, because I am black, Because the sun hath looked upon me: My mother's children were angry with me ; They made me the keeper of the vineyards; But mine own vineyard have I not kept.
52. oldal - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
191. oldal - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
59. oldal - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf...
90. oldal - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish' eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring, With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep...
327. oldal - My blessin' and my pride! There's nothin' left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now.
327. oldal - I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm goin' to : They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair...
327. oldal - Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength was gone ; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow — I bless you, Mary, for that same, Though you cannot hear me now. I thank you for the patient smile When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger pain was gnawin...
172. oldal - IF I had but two little wings, And were a little feathery bird, To you I'd fly, my dear ! But thoughts like these are idle things, And I stay here.
81. oldal - In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at dusk he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him; All mock him outright by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away!