The every-day book, or, The guide to the year1825 |
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... concerning it , whether erected in memory of any signal event , or for the purpose of administering justice , or for religious worship . The writer of this ( the parish priest ) has seen 9 10 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 .
... concerning it , whether erected in memory of any signal event , or for the purpose of administering justice , or for religious worship . The writer of this ( the parish priest ) has seen 9 10 THE EVERY - DAY BOOK . - JANUARY 1 .
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William Hone. writer of this ( the parish priest ) has seen fifty of the inhabitants assembled there , on the first day of the year , dancing by moonlight , with no other music than their own singing . " In Mr. Stewart's " Popular ...
William Hone. writer of this ( the parish priest ) has seen fifty of the inhabitants assembled there , on the first day of the year , dancing by moonlight , with no other music than their own singing . " In Mr. Stewart's " Popular ...
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... parish hires fiddlers at the public charge . On Twelfth - day , the fiddler lays his head in some one of the girls ' laps , and a third person asks , who such a maid , or such a maid shall marry , naming the girls then present one after ...
... parish hires fiddlers at the public charge . On Twelfth - day , the fiddler lays his head in some one of the girls ' laps , and a third person asks , who such a maid , or such a maid shall marry , naming the girls then present one after ...
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... parish ; Mary Martin as an elderly woman , servant to Mr. and Mrs. Pain , with whom she had lived two years , having previously lived four years with Mrs. Golding , from whom she went into Mrs. Pain's service ; and Richard Fowler and ...
... parish ; Mary Martin as an elderly woman , servant to Mr. and Mrs. Pain , with whom she had lived two years , having previously lived four years with Mrs. Golding , from whom she went into Mrs. Pain's service ; and Richard Fowler and ...
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... parish to quiet the raging of my wife's temper . Will , the Weaver . - I am but a poor man , and have a wife and a charge of children : yet this knowing sir John will never let me alone ; he is always en- ticing me from my work , and ...
... parish to quiet the raging of my wife's temper . Will , the Weaver . - I am but a poor man , and have a wife and a charge of children : yet this knowing sir John will never let me alone ; he is always en- ticing me from my work , and ...
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Страница 1063 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Страница 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Страница 719 - 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. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
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Страница 1217 - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
Страница 805 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Страница 605 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 1219 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Страница 31 - I must do it, as it were in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.