The Year Book of Daily Recreation and Information: Concerning Remarkable Men and Manners, Times and Seasons, Solemnities and Merry-makings, Antiquities and Novelties on the Plan of the Every-day Book and Table Book ...T. Tegg, 1841 - 2 sider |
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Side 21
... arms , herald , or pursuivant , for crying " Largess " before his lordship on new - year's day , as upon the twelfth day following , for each day , 10s . To his lordship's six trumpets , when they play at my lord's chamber door , on new ...
... arms , herald , or pursuivant , for crying " Largess " before his lordship on new - year's day , as upon the twelfth day following , for each day , 10s . To his lordship's six trumpets , when they play at my lord's chamber door , on new ...
Side 45
... arms , of gold set full of rich stones ; and no temporal man to touch it , but the king himself ; and the squire for the body must bring it to the king in a fair kercheif , and the king must put them on himself ; and he must have his ...
... arms , of gold set full of rich stones ; and no temporal man to touch it , but the king himself ; and the squire for the body must bring it to the king in a fair kercheif , and the king must put them on himself ; and he must have his ...
Side 49
... arms , the earl of Arundel with his sword drawn ran to the bed chamber to rescue the king's person , and the city was in an uproar . * On January 6th , 1662 , being Twelfth night , Mr. Evelyn records in his diary as follows : -This ...
... arms , the earl of Arundel with his sword drawn ran to the bed chamber to rescue the king's person , and the city was in an uproar . * On January 6th , 1662 , being Twelfth night , Mr. Evelyn records in his diary as follows : -This ...
Side 63
... arms they died , As babes wanting relief : No burial these pretty babes Of any man receives , Till Robin - red - breast painfully , Did cover them with leaves . No one that knew this ditty in child- hood can forget the vernal burial of ...
... arms they died , As babes wanting relief : No burial these pretty babes Of any man receives , Till Robin - red - breast painfully , Did cover them with leaves . No one that knew this ditty in child- hood can forget the vernal burial of ...
Side 79
... arms , and the greater part was devoted to the purposes of a prison . After the restoration it returned once more to the Derby family , and was ultimately destined to its present use . Humphrey Chetham , by his will dated 16 December ...
... arms , and the greater part was devoted to the purposes of a prison . After the restoration it returned once more to the Derby family , and was ultimately destined to its present use . Humphrey Chetham , by his will dated 16 December ...
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afterwards ancient appears April arms beautiful bell birds bishop Book breaks Sun rises called Candlemas castle Charles Charles II chess church court crown custom dance Day breaks Sun death delight died dress duke earl England fair feet flowers Fransham garden gentleman give gold green hand hath hawks head heart Henry Henry VIII hill honor horse James James II John king king's lady light lived London look lord March master ment Minnesingers morning Morris Dance never night Noble o'er parish passed person piece present prince queen reign Richard Plantagenet rises sets Twilight round says season sets Twilight ends Shrove Tuesday side sing song spring Sun rises sets sweet Teutates thee thing thou thought tion town trees Twilight ends h. m. walk William wood young
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Side 235 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Side 759 - At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Side 979 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and seeks her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for not without dust and heat.
Side 241 - Perennially - beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries - ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And time the Shadow; - there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Side 1197 - Leave me, O love . . ." Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Side 135 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Side 397 - ... is so sprightly up, as that it has not only wherewith to guard well its own freedom and safety, but to spare, and to bestow upon the solidest and sublimest points of controversy and new invention, it betokens us not degenerated, nor drooping to a fatal decay...
Side 1317 - Look! under that broad beech-tree I sat down, when I was last this way a-fishing; and the birds in the adjoining grove seemed to have a friendly contention with an echo, whose dead voice seemed to live in a hollow tree, near to the brow of that primrose-hill...
Side 359 - It happen'd on a solemn eventide, Soon after He that was our surety died, Two bosom friends, each pensively inclined, The scene of all those sorrows left behind, Sought their own village...
Side 557 - SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo...