Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the AlmanackSherwood, Neely, and Jones, 1823 |
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... remains until the commend ment of warm weather , seldom appearing abroad t about the beginning of April . k . - It is large and fleshy , and , when properly cooke not unpleasant to the taste . Among the Romans constituted a favourite ...
... remains until the commend ment of warm weather , seldom appearing abroad t about the beginning of April . k . - It is large and fleshy , and , when properly cooke not unpleasant to the taste . Among the Romans constituted a favourite ...
Sida xlix
... remains . The st quantities , and the finest snails , are brought Suabia . Dr. Brown , who travelled to Vienna a century ago , remarks , that since the markets o well supplied with other provisions , ' he was sed to meet with some odd ...
... remains . The st quantities , and the finest snails , are brought Suabia . Dr. Brown , who travelled to Vienna a century ago , remarks , that since the markets o well supplied with other provisions , ' he was sed to meet with some odd ...
Sida lxiv
... of the new systems . For full particulars Fossil Shells , with some most interesting Plates , consult Parkinso Organic Remains of a Former World , 4to , 3 vols . TIME'S TELESCOPE . ! FOR *** 1822 . JANUARY . Select Books on Eonchology. ...
... of the new systems . For full particulars Fossil Shells , with some most interesting Plates , consult Parkinso Organic Remains of a Former World , 4to , 3 vols . TIME'S TELESCOPE . ! FOR *** 1822 . JANUARY . Select Books on Eonchology. ...
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... remains ? Thou , thou alone , art there ! ' Tis still the same - where'er we tread , The wrecks of human pow'r we see , The marvels of all ages fled , Left to decay and thee ! And still let man his fabrics rear , August in beauty ...
... remains ? Thou , thou alone , art there ! ' Tis still the same - where'er we tread , The wrecks of human pow'r we see , The marvels of all ages fled , Left to decay and thee ! And still let man his fabrics rear , August in beauty ...
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... remains there till Saturday at mi day , when he is supposed to rise from the gray amidst the firing of cannon , blowing of trumpe and ringing of bells , which have been carefully ti up ever since the dawn of Holy Thursday , to prote ...
... remains there till Saturday at mi day , when he is supposed to rise from the gray amidst the firing of cannon , blowing of trumpe and ringing of bells , which have been carefully ti up ever since the dawn of Holy Thursday , to prote ...
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Sida 12 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Sida 42 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Sida 218 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket. The moss-covered bucket arose from the well How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it. Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips; And now, far removed from the loved situation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell.
Sida 13 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Sida 42 - 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...
Sida 42 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Sida 43 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the selfsame song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Sida 268 - Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory, And time had .not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous, Of which the very ruins are tremendous.
Sida 43 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Sida 222 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.