Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons, ...Mary Botham Howitt H. G. Bohn, 1854 - 567 |
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... , and other pastimes , give life to this dreary season ; but our frosts are not continued and steady enough to afford us such a share of these diversions as some other nations enjoy . Where the Rhine Branch'd out in many a long canal.
... , and other pastimes , give life to this dreary season ; but our frosts are not continued and steady enough to afford us such a share of these diversions as some other nations enjoy . Where the Rhine Branch'd out in many a long canal.
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... give , but who loved the old custom too well to let it pass by unhonoured . But this merry - making by day would seem to have been little more than a prologue , though a very jovial one , to the revel that followed sunset . Deep in the ...
... give , but who loved the old custom too well to let it pass by unhonoured . But this merry - making by day would seem to have been little more than a prologue , though a very jovial one , to the revel that followed sunset . Deep in the ...
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... Give then to the king And queen wassailing ; And though with ale ye be whet here ; Yet part ye from hence As free from offence As when ye innocent met here . This has generally been supposed to be in honour of the Three Kings of Cologne ...
... Give then to the king And queen wassailing ; And though with ale ye be whet here ; Yet part ye from hence As free from offence As when ye innocent met here . This has generally been supposed to be in honour of the Three Kings of Cologne ...
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... Give St. Distaff all the right Then bid Christmas sport good night ; And next morrow every one To his own vocation . PLOUGH MONDAY ; the first Monday after Twelfth Night . -This day is more peculiarly the ploughman's holiday , for ...
... Give St. Distaff all the right Then bid Christmas sport good night ; And next morrow every one To his own vocation . PLOUGH MONDAY ; the first Monday after Twelfth Night . -This day is more peculiarly the ploughman's holiday , for ...
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... give anything to know when they shall be married , how many husbands they shall have , by cromnyomantia , a kinde of divination with onions laid on the altar on Christmass Eve , or by fasting on St. Agnes ' Eve or night , who shall be ...
... give anything to know when they shall be married , how many husbands they shall have , by cromnyomantia , a kinde of divination with onions laid on the altar on Christmass Eve , or by fasting on St. Agnes ' Eve or night , who shall be ...
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Pictorial Calendar of the Seasons: Exhibiting the Pleasures, Pursuits, and ... Mary Botham Howitt,John Aikin Podgląd niedostępny - 2015 |
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amongst animal aphides appear autumn beautiful bees begin birds blossoms boughs branches bright called Candlemas Christmas church clouds cockchafer cold colour corn cuckoo custom dark delight died Druids earth eggs festival field fieldfare fire flowers forest frost garden geese grass green Hallow-eve hath head heart heaven hedge insects labour larvæ leaf leaves light look MARY HOWITT meadows merry Michaelmas migration misletoe month morning nature nest never night nightingale o'er observed partridge pass PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plants Plough Monday poet quadrupeds queen rain Robert Southey Romans rose round Saxon says Scotland season seems seen sheep Shrove Tuesday sing snow song soon species spring stars stream summer swallow sweet thee thou thrush torpid trees vegetable weather whole wild WILLIAM HOWITT wind wings winter woods yellow young
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Strona 452 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning ! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Strona 210 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Strona 209 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower.
Strona 215 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Strona 147 - Thrice welcome, darling of the spring; Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing; A voice, a mystery...
Strona 453 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: Oh, hear!
Strona 105 - ... Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company : I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with...
Strona 105 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Strona 64 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take; learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; learn from the beasts the physic of the field; thy arts of building from the bee receive ; learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave ; learn of the little nautilus to sail, spread the thin oar and catch the driving gale.
Strona 47 - Of fruits and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.