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85 , ridicules the Superstition of those persons of his age , that are “ the markers
of the flying or the noise of Foules : as they which prognosticate Death by the
Croaking of Ravens , or the hideous crying of Owles in the Night . ” Marston , in ...
85 , ridicules the Superstition of those persons of his age , that are “ the markers
of the flying or the noise of Foules : as they which prognosticate Death by the
Croaking of Ravens , or the hideous crying of Owles in the Night . ” Marston , in ...
Page 136
This appearance will be nearly the same every night ; if we look earlier , Orion
will be nearly on the meridian ; if later , Sirius will have passed it : and now we
may look particularly at Capella , and observe its progress at different intervals .
This appearance will be nearly the same every night ; if we look earlier , Orion
will be nearly on the meridian ; if later , Sirius will have passed it : and now we
may look particularly at Capella , and observe its progress at different intervals .
Page 259
The flowers of the Alpine Whitlow Grass Draba Alpina , the Bastard Feverfew
Parthenium , and the Wintergreen Trientalis , hang down in the night as if the
plants were asleep , lest rain or the moist air should injure the fertilizing dust .
The flowers of the Alpine Whitlow Grass Draba Alpina , the Bastard Feverfew
Parthenium , and the Wintergreen Trientalis , hang down in the night as if the
plants were asleep , lest rain or the moist air should injure the fertilizing dust .
Page 664
See December 24 of this Calendar , where we shall discuss the subject of the
Alectrophone . Of the Departure of Ghosts at Cockcrow . They say the wandering
powers , that love The silent darkness of the night , At cockcrowing give o'er to
rove ...
See December 24 of this Calendar , where we shall discuss the subject of the
Alectrophone . Of the Departure of Ghosts at Cockcrow . They say the wandering
powers , that love The silent darkness of the night , At cockcrowing give o'er to
rove ...
Page 665
Bourne very seriously examines the fact , whether Spirits roam about in the night ,
or are obliged to go away at Cockcrow : first citing from the Sacred Writings that
good and evil angels attend upon men : and proving thence also that there have
...
Bourne very seriously examines the fact , whether Spirits roam about in the night ,
or are obliged to go away at Cockcrow : first citing from the Sacred Writings that
good and evil angels attend upon men : and proving thence also that there have
...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 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...