The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastime, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times...Hunt and Clarke, 1826 |
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... called le jour d'étrennes , parents bestow portions on their children , brothers on their sisters , and husbands make presents to their wives . Carriages may be seen rolling through the * streets with cargoes of bon - bons , souvenirs ...
... called le jour d'étrennes , parents bestow portions on their children , brothers on their sisters , and husbands make presents to their wives . Carriages may be seen rolling through the * streets with cargoes of bon - bons , souvenirs ...
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... called Handsel Monday in some parts of Scotland , and is observed by merry making . In sir J. Sinclair's " Statistical Account , " it is related of one William Hunter , a collier , that he was cured in the year 1758 of an inveterate ...
... called Handsel Monday in some parts of Scotland , and is observed by merry making . In sir J. Sinclair's " Statistical Account , " it is related of one William Hunter , a collier , that he was cured in the year 1758 of an inveterate ...
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... called to her , and asked what she carried , she answered oil , which she had bought ; but St. Genevieve seeing the devil sitting on the bottle , blew upon it , and the bottle broke , but the saint blessed the oil , and caused her to ...
... called to her , and asked what she carried , she answered oil , which she had bought ; but St. Genevieve seeing the devil sitting on the bottle , blew upon it , and the bottle broke , but the saint blessed the oil , and caused her to ...
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... called " The Festi- val of Kings ; " and " that this ceremony of electing kings was continued with feasting for many days . " fordshire , " at the approach of evening val of Christmas used in this part of the on the vigil of the twelfth ...
... called " The Festi- val of Kings ; " and " that this ceremony of electing kings was continued with feasting for many days . " fordshire , " at the approach of evening val of Christmas used in this part of the on the vigil of the twelfth ...
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... called La Fête de Sans - Culottes ; the old feast was declared anti - civic ; and any priest keeping it was deemed a royalist . The Literary Pocket Book affirms , that at La Fête de Rois the French monarch and his nobles waited on the ...
... called La Fête de Sans - Culottes ; the old feast was declared anti - civic ; and any priest keeping it was deemed a royalist . The Literary Pocket Book affirms , that at La Fête de Rois the French monarch and his nobles waited on the ...
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539 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
807 ÆäÀÌÁö - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
653 ÆäÀÌÁö - Through the high wood echoing shrill. Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state...
805 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 But hark!
621 ÆäÀÌÁö - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
1215 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
805 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
607 ÆäÀÌÁö - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
959 ÆäÀÌÁö - But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden, the field, or the wilderness, Like a doe in the noontide with love's sweet want, As the companionless Sensitive Plant.
489 ÆäÀÌÁö - My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea ; But, before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee ! Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs...