The every-day book, or, The guide to the year1825 |
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Pagina 3
... Alban Butler , in 12 vols . 8vo . On the authority of that work the periods will be mentioned when the saints most noted for their miracles flourished , and some of those miracles be stated . Other miracles will be given : First , from ...
... Alban Butler , in 12 vols . 8vo . On the authority of that work the periods will be mentioned when the saints most noted for their miracles flourished , and some of those miracles be stated . Other miracles will be given : First , from ...
Pagina 21
... Alban Butler says he was a confectioner of Alexandria , who , in the flower of his age , spent upwards of sixty years in the deserts in labour , penance , and contemplation . " Our saint , " says Butler , " happened one day ...
... Alban Butler says he was a confectioner of Alexandria , who , in the flower of his age , spent upwards of sixty years in the deserts in labour , penance , and contemplation . " Our saint , " says Butler , " happened one day ...
Pagina 25
... Alban Butler affirms that she was born in 422 , at Nanterre , four miles from Paris , near the present Calvary there , and that she died a virgin on this day in 512 , and was buried in 545 , near the steps of the high altar in a ...
... Alban Butler affirms that she was born in 422 , at Nanterre , four miles from Paris , near the present Calvary there , and that she died a virgin on this day in 512 , and was buried in 545 , near the steps of the high altar in a ...
Pagina 29
William Hone. D St. Rumon . Alban Butler informs us , from William of Malmsbury , that he was a bishop , though of what nation or see is unknown , and that his name is in the English martyrology . Cressy says , that his body was buried ...
William Hone. D St. Rumon . Alban Butler informs us , from William of Malmsbury , that he was a bishop , though of what nation or see is unknown , and that his name is in the English martyrology . Cressy says , that his body was buried ...
Pagina 35
... Alban Butler declares , that St. Simeon astonished the whole Roman empire by his mortifications . In the monastery of Heliodorus , a man sixty - five years of age , who had spent sixty - two years so ab- stracted from the world , that ...
... Alban Butler declares , that St. Simeon astonished the whole Roman empire by his mortifications . In the monastery of Heliodorus , a man sixty - five years of age , who had spent sixty - two years so ab- stracted from the world , that ...
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Pagina 805 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Pagina 1063 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Pagina 653 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Pagina 719 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Pagina 805 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pagina 1217 - The manuscript goes on to say that the art of roasting, or rather broiling (which I take to be the elder brother), was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy who, being fond of playing with fire, as...
Pagina 805 - 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...
Pagina 605 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pagina 1219 - 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...
Pagina 31 - I must do it, as it were in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.