The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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vi. oldal
... Season , were successively added by the Editor and his Friends , as a Matter of Amusement to themselves , as well as ... Seasons ; and we recorded , as they arrived to us , many curi- ous Observations , Essays , and Anecdotes . Thus , by ...
... Season , were successively added by the Editor and his Friends , as a Matter of Amusement to themselves , as well as ... Seasons ; and we recorded , as they arrived to us , many curi- ous Observations , Essays , and Anecdotes . Thus , by ...
xiv. oldal
... Seasons , and the casual Changes of the Weather . Under this Head we have also arranged various meteorological Remarks on the Appearance of the Sky and the State of Temperature , Pressure , and other atmospherical Effects in each Season ...
... Seasons , and the casual Changes of the Weather . Under this Head we have also arranged various meteorological Remarks on the Appearance of the Sky and the State of Temperature , Pressure , and other atmospherical Effects in each Season ...
5. oldal
... season . Virgil thus describes the missletoe , Aen . vi . 205 . Quale solet sylvis brumali frigore viscum Fronde vivere nova , quod non sua seminat arbos , Et croceo foetu teretes circumdare truncos . January 5 . St. Syncletica , V. St ...
... season . Virgil thus describes the missletoe , Aen . vi . 205 . Quale solet sylvis brumali frigore viscum Fronde vivere nova , quod non sua seminat arbos , Et croceo foetu teretes circumdare truncos . January 5 . St. Syncletica , V. St ...
9. oldal
... season , oft the Whirlwind's Wing Sweeps up the burthen of whole wintery plains At one wide waft , and o'er the hapless Flocks , Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring Hills , The billowy Tempest whelms ; till upward urg'd , The JANUARY . 9.
... season , oft the Whirlwind's Wing Sweeps up the burthen of whole wintery plains At one wide waft , and o'er the hapless Flocks , Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring Hills , The billowy Tempest whelms ; till upward urg'd , The JANUARY . 9.
10. oldal
... 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 thousand different Ways ...
... 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 thousand different Ways ...
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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
aestival Aldebaran alluded ancient appear April Arcturus August Autumn beautiful begin bells birds Bishop and Confessor blow blue Boötes bright Calendar called celebrated Ceres Christian Christmas church Climate of London clouds Cock cold colour Coltsfoot common Confessor constellation curious custom doth early earth Equiria fair FAUNA Faunus feast festival fire FLORA flowers garden goddess green head heaven Hesiod Holy honour hour Hyades HYGEIA July Jupiter King leaves light London March Martyr midheaven month Moon morning nature night November o'er observed Organ Orises Ovid particular persons Phrenology plants Pleiades poet Poppy rain reader right ascension rises Roman Calendar Romans Rome Rose round Saint Saturn says season seen sets song sort Spring stars storm Summer superstition Swallows sweet thee thou trees vernal Vesta Virgin weather wind Winter yellow
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...