The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Months, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac; Including Accounts of the Weather, Rules for Health and Conduct, Remarkable and Important Anecdotes, Facts, and Notices, in Chronology, Antiquities, Topography, Biography, Natural History, Art, Science, and General Literature; Derived from the Most Authentic Sources, and Valuable Original Communications, with Poetical Elucidations, for Daily Use and Diversion, Volume 1Pub. for T. Tegg, 1830 - Days |
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... body under the saint said he could not , because a pilgrim lay upon him , so that , he could not move ; then Macarius , no- thing afraid , beat the body with his fist , and told him to go if he would , which caused the devils to declare ...
... body under the saint said he could not , because a pilgrim lay upon him , so that , he could not move ; then Macarius , no- thing afraid , beat the body with his fist , and told him to go if he would , which caused the devils to declare ...
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... body , where it remained unknown both to the community and his superior , till such time as it having ate into his flesh , what he had privately done was discovered by the effluvia proceeding from the wound . " Butler says , that it ...
... body , where it remained unknown both to the community and his superior , till such time as it having ate into his flesh , what he had privately done was discovered by the effluvia proceeding from the wound . " Butler says , that it ...
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... body without knowing any thing about him , till " a heavenly light appeared every night over his sepulture , " when they held an inquest , and a count Fumert buried him in the church of Boulogne .. From a quotation in Patrick , it ...
... body without knowing any thing about him , till " a heavenly light appeared every night over his sepulture , " when they held an inquest , and a count Fumert buried him in the church of Boulogne .. From a quotation in Patrick , it ...
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... body . Two others at a little distance were in their cradles quite safe . At that time almost the whole of Delft was ... bodies were taken from the ruins , besides many that died after . Upwards of two thou- sand were wounded more or ...
... body . Two others at a little distance were in their cradles quite safe . At that time almost the whole of Delft was ... bodies were taken from the ruins , besides many that died after . Upwards of two thou- sand were wounded more or ...
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... body , nor so much as his feet , unless they were wet by chance when he waded through water on a journey . The jesuit Ribadeneira affirms , that all the world relented and bemoaned his death , for afterwards there fell no rain from ...
... body , nor so much as his feet , unless they were wet by chance when he waded through water on a journey . The jesuit Ribadeneira affirms , that all the world relented and bemoaned his death , for afterwards there fell no rain from ...
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Page 801 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 649 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Page 801 - 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...
Page 535 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 715 - 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.
Page 1211 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery, that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it.
Page 715 - They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Page 385 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 735 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 801 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — "The foe ! They come ! They come !" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering...