The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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... Eyes " that glance on the gairish Frontlet of the vernal Day . And on the green Turf suck the honied Showers , And purple all the Ground with vernal Flowers . The whole Race of Tulips are in perfection about the Commemoration of St ...
... Eyes " that glance on the gairish Frontlet of the vernal Day . And on the green Turf suck the honied Showers , And purple all the Ground with vernal Flowers . The whole Race of Tulips are in perfection about the Commemoration of St ...
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... eye , unjoyous . Then appears The various labour of the silent night : Prone from the dripping cave , and dumb cascade , Whose idle torrents only seem to roar ; The pendant icicle , the frostwork fair , Where transient hues and fancy'd ...
... eye , unjoyous . Then appears The various labour of the silent night : Prone from the dripping cave , and dumb cascade , Whose idle torrents only seem to roar ; The pendant icicle , the frostwork fair , Where transient hues and fancy'd ...
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... eyes , and which once only , in the flight of ages , was profaned by mortal inspection . The Festa di Cattedra is one of the very few functions celebrated in St. Peter's . The splendid troops that line its nave , the church and lay ...
... eyes , and which once only , in the flight of ages , was profaned by mortal inspection . The Festa di Cattedra is one of the very few functions celebrated in St. Peter's . The splendid troops that line its nave , the church and lay ...
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... eyes ; For , every shrub , and every blade of grass , And every pointed thorn , seemed wrought in glass ; In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show , While through the ice the crimson berries glow , The thicksprung reeds the watery ...
... eyes ; For , every shrub , and every blade of grass , And every pointed thorn , seemed wrought in glass ; In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show , While through the ice the crimson berries glow , The thicksprung reeds the watery ...
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... upturn His mellow glebe , best pledge of future crop . With glee the gardener eyes his smoking beds : E'en pining sickness feels a short relief . * The Barometer . The happy boy now brings transported forth His long forgotten JANUARY . 23.
... upturn His mellow glebe , best pledge of future crop . With glee the gardener eyes his smoking beds : E'en pining sickness feels a short relief . * The Barometer . The happy boy now brings transported forth His long forgotten JANUARY . 23.
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...