The every-day book, or, The guide to the year1825 |
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21. oldal
... caused the devils to declare that Macarius had vanquished them . Another time the devil came with a great scythe on his shoulder , to smite ... cause through his intercession he had been cured of a 11 22 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 2 .
... caused the devils to declare that Macarius had vanquished them . Another time the devil came with a great scythe on his shoulder , to smite ... cause through his intercession he had been cured of a 11 22 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK - JANUARY 2 .
23. oldal
William Hone. cause through his intercession he had been cured of a violent head - ache.- The same St. Gerard relates ... cause . In his exile he was cowardly , and prostituted his pen to fatter baseness ; and though he desired the death ...
William Hone. cause through his intercession he had been cured of a violent head - ache.- The same St. Gerard relates ... cause . In his exile he was cowardly , and prostituted his pen to fatter baseness ; and though he desired the death ...
49. oldal
... cause of these sounds may be in- ferred from something like this passing outside . Constable . Make way , make way ! Clear the way ! You boys stand aside ! Countryman . What is all this ; Is any body ill in the shop ? 1st Boy . Nobody ...
... cause of these sounds may be in- ferred from something like this passing outside . Constable . Make way , make way ! Clear the way ! You boys stand aside ! Countryman . What is all this ; Is any body ill in the shop ? 1st Boy . Nobody ...
51. oldal
... Cause tea and coffee to be handed to your visit- ors as they drop in . When all are as- sembled and tea over , put as many ladies ' characters in a reticule as there are ladies present ; next put the gentlemen's cha- racters in a hat ...
... Cause tea and coffee to be handed to your visit- ors as they drop in . When all are as- sembled and tea over , put as many ladies ' characters in a reticule as there are ladies present ; next put the gentlemen's cha- racters in a hat ...
59. oldal
... cause of the cold is the shortness of our days and the length of our nights ; the sun continuing only about seven hours and a half above the horizon , while he is absent for about sixteen hours and a half . This position of the earth ...
... cause of the cold is the shortness of our days and the length of our nights ; the sun continuing only about seven hours and a half above the horizon , while he is absent for about sixteen hours and a half . This position of the earth ...
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805. oldal - 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...
1063. oldal - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
653. oldal - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
719. oldal - 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. Some men with swords may reap 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,...
805. oldal - 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...
1217. oldal - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
805. oldal - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
605. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
1219. oldal - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
31. oldal - I must do it, as it were in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.