The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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xxiii. oldal
... Feast of Ceres . The bright Scarlet Lychnis flowers about the 24th of June ; and hence a Poet who wrote Latin verses in the Eighteenth Century , calls this Plant Candelabrum Ingens lighted up for St. John the Baptist * : it is one of ...
... Feast of Ceres . The bright Scarlet Lychnis flowers about the 24th of June ; and hence a Poet who wrote Latin verses in the Eighteenth Century , calls this Plant Candelabrum Ingens lighted up for St. John the Baptist * : it is one of ...
xxvi. oldal
... Feast , Holiday , any particular Saint , and indeed almost any Subject touched on in the body of the Work , may be found in one or other of the Indexes at the End of the Volume . The 3d and last Way this Calendar may be en- ployed is ...
... Feast , Holiday , any particular Saint , and indeed almost any Subject touched on in the body of the Work , may be found in one or other of the Indexes at the End of the Volume . The 3d and last Way this Calendar may be en- ployed is ...
28. oldal
... Feast wonderful powers prognosticative of the future influence of the Sun. The Festival of the Conversion of St. Paul , whatever the reason of it may be , has always been reckoned particularly ominous with respect to the future weather ...
... Feast wonderful powers prognosticative of the future influence of the Sun. The Festival of the Conversion of St. Paul , whatever the reason of it may be , has always been reckoned particularly ominous with respect to the future weather ...
44. oldal
... Feast of the Purification is very ancient ; and it seems that an imaginary power over the elements was by superstitious people ascribed to those waxen Tapers , similar to that which some of the early Greeks and Romans attributed to ...
... Feast of the Purification is very ancient ; and it seems that an imaginary power over the elements was by superstitious people ascribed to those waxen Tapers , similar to that which some of the early Greeks and Romans attributed to ...
45. oldal
... Feast of Candlemas . Nargeorgus observes : - Mira est candelis illis et magna potestas , Nam tempestates creduntur tollere diras Accensae , simul ac sedare tonnitrua coeli , Daemonas atque malos arcere , horrendaque noctis Spectra ...
... Feast of Candlemas . Nargeorgus observes : - Mira est candelis illis et magna potestas , Nam tempestates creduntur tollere diras Accensae , simul ac sedare tonnitrua coeli , Daemonas atque malos arcere , horrendaque noctis Spectra ...
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The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack, Revised and Ed. [Or ... Thomas Ignatius M Forster Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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Népszerű szakaszok
206. oldal - 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.
164. oldal - 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.
120. oldal - 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...
172. oldal - 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.
218. oldal - 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.
231. oldal - 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...
190. oldal - 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.
51. oldal - 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
572. oldal - 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.
641. oldal - 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...