The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or rather written] by T. Forster |
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Side 17
... colour in Antares for a second or two of time it appeared of a deep crimson colour , then of a whitish colour ; then the crimson was resumed , and so on at alternating periods . Sometimes every other twinkle showed the red colour ...
... colour in Antares for a second or two of time it appeared of a deep crimson colour , then of a whitish colour ; then the crimson was resumed , and so on at alternating periods . Sometimes every other twinkle showed the red colour ...
Side 18
... colours very strongly , particularly the former ; while Sirius , and the white stars , scarcely present any alternation of colour . This may in either case be owing to the different composition of their light , which would materially ...
... colours very strongly , particularly the former ; while Sirius , and the white stars , scarcely present any alternation of colour . This may in either case be owing to the different composition of their light , which would materially ...
Side 54
... colour of the bow Spotless parterres , all freaked with snow white flowers , Flowers that no archetype in Nature own ; Or spreads the spiky crystals into fields Of bearded grain , rustling in autumn breeze . The flowers of the croci now ...
... colour of the bow Spotless parterres , all freaked with snow white flowers , Flowers that no archetype in Nature own ; Or spreads the spiky crystals into fields Of bearded grain , rustling in autumn breeze . The flowers of the croci now ...
Side 56
... colour in the face - lastly , a flow of tears , a symptom with which a fit of periodical melancholy often terminates . Ad Lydiam , lib . i . od . 3 . Quum tu , Lydia , Telephi Cervicem roseam , cerea Telephi Laudas brachia , vae , meuni ...
... colour in the face - lastly , a flow of tears , a symptom with which a fit of periodical melancholy often terminates . Ad Lydiam , lib . i . od . 3 . Quum tu , Lydia , Telephi Cervicem roseam , cerea Telephi Laudas brachia , vae , meuni ...
Side 57
... colours . Milton calls it The Pansie freaked with Jet . It has received a variety of whimsical names , such as Three Faces under a Hood , Herb Trinity , Wild Pansie , Call me to you , Love in Idleness , and others ; and it seems to have ...
... colours . Milton calls it The Pansie freaked with Jet . It has received a variety of whimsical names , such as Three Faces under a Hood , Herb Trinity , Wild Pansie , Call me to you , Love in Idleness , and others ; and it seems to have ...
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The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack, Revised and Ed. [Or ... Thomas Ignatius M Forster Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2015 |
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Side 206 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Side 164 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Side 120 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Side 172 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 218 - Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Side 231 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Side 190 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night.
Side 51 - Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o
Side 572 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Side 641 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night ' That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...