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The God of Seasons , whose pervading power Controls the Sun , or sheds the
fleecy shower : He bids each flower his ... begin to expect a succession of Spring
flowers ; something new will be opening every day through the rest of the season
.
The God of Seasons , whose pervading power Controls the Sun , or sheds the
fleecy shower : He bids each flower his ... begin to expect a succession of Spring
flowers ; something new will be opening every day through the rest of the season
.
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The mean temperature of the season is 60.66 ' , or 11.72 ° above that of Spring .
The medium of the twenty - four hours rises during the season from 58 ° to 65 ° ,
and returns again by the close to the former level . The mean height of the ...
The mean temperature of the season is 60.66 ' , or 11.72 ° above that of Spring .
The medium of the twenty - four hours rises during the season from 58 ° to 65 ° ,
and returns again by the close to the former level . The mean height of the ...
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increases rapidly during this season ; the mean extent of it is 1.49 inches . The
prevailing winds are the class SW , throughout the season . The evaporation is
6.444 inches , or a sixth part less than the proportion indicated by the
temperature .
increases rapidly during this season ; the mean extent of it is 1.49 inches . The
prevailing winds are the class SW , throughout the season . The evaporation is
6.444 inches , or a sixth part less than the proportion indicated by the
temperature .
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Seon shall we be compelled to exclaim with the poet , in reference to this ,
generally speaking , gloomy season , That time of year thou mayest in me behold
, When yellow leaves , or none , or few do hang On those wild boughs which
shake ...
Seon shall we be compelled to exclaim with the poet , in reference to this ,
generally speaking , gloomy season , That time of year thou mayest in me behold
, When yellow leaves , or none , or few do hang On those wild boughs which
shake ...
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Of the Christmas plays antiently performed at this season , some remains still
exist in the West of England , particularly in Cornwall ; but the representation of
these dramatic exhibitions is almost wholly confined to children , or very young ...
Of the Christmas plays antiently performed at this season , some remains still
exist in the West of England , particularly in Cornwall ; but the representation of
these dramatic exhibitions is almost wholly confined to children , or very young ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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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...