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Página 175
Syrius is SW . and a line drawn from the zenith S. through her , would pass
through Procyon ; and to the West of this line , and rather above Procyon , will be
seen the Two Stars of Gemini . Orion is nearly set . In the eastern part of the
heavens ...
Syrius is SW . and a line drawn from the zenith S. through her , would pass
through Procyon ; and to the West of this line , and rather above Procyon , will be
seen the Two Stars of Gemini . Orion is nearly set . In the eastern part of the
heavens ...
Página 378
... or of the Moon nearly , by adding the time of rising and setting found as if for
the Sun to the time of the Moon or Planet passing the Meridian . Example 2. On
the 1st January next the Sun will pass the Meridian at ix . 11. P. M. Dec. 23 • . 28 '
.
... or of the Moon nearly , by adding the time of rising and setting found as if for
the Sun to the time of the Moon or Planet passing the Meridian . Example 2. On
the 1st January next the Sun will pass the Meridian at ix . 11. P. M. Dec. 23 • . 28 '
.
Página 465
... creek with their numbers ; others pass on towards Yarmouth , the great and
ancient mart of Herrings ; they then pass through the British channel , and , after
that , in a manner disappear : those which take to the west , after offering
themselves ...
... creek with their numbers ; others pass on towards Yarmouth , the great and
ancient mart of Herrings ; they then pass through the British channel , and , after
that , in a manner disappear : those which take to the west , after offering
themselves ...
Página 559
A line drawn from the zenith to the point northwest by west passes near the
second of Cassiopeia , within ten degrees of the zenith and the first of the Harp ,
below midheaven . To the west of west northwest in midheaven is the first of the
Swan ...
A line drawn from the zenith to the point northwest by west passes near the
second of Cassiopeia , within ten degrees of the zenith and the first of the Harp ,
below midheaven . To the west of west northwest in midheaven is the first of the
Swan ...
Página 602
He is citing Donne's Letter to Sir Henry Wotton in verse : And thicken on you now
, as prayers ascend To heaven on troops at a good man's Passing Bell . The
following simile expresses well the heavy knell of large Soul Bells Night Jars and
...
He is citing Donne's Letter to Sir Henry Wotton in verse : And thicken on you now
, as prayers ascend To heaven on troops at a good man's Passing Bell . The
following simile expresses well the heavy knell of large Soul Bells Night Jars and
...
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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...