Morrow's Almanack

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1928

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Page 103 - I've none, A cock I have to sing how day draws on: I have A maid, my Prue, by good luck sent, To save That little, Fates me gave or lent. A hen I keep, which, creeking day by day, Tells when She goes her long white egg to lay: A goose I have, which, with a jealous ear, Lets loose Her tongue, to tell what danger's near.
Page 181 - Prose writers have also been inspired by Music to their highest eloquence. " Music," said Plato, " is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just, and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, but nevertheless dazzling, passionate, and eternal form.
Page 33 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Page 44 - No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail ; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned'.
Page 38 - First, sturdy March, with brows full sternly bent, And armed strongly, rode upon a ram ; The same which over Hellespontus swam ; Yet in his hand a spade he also hent, And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame, Which on the earth he strowed as he went, And filled her womb with fruitfull hope of nourishment.
Page 70 - Remember us poor Mayers all, And thus do we begin To lead our lives in righteousness, Or else we die in sin. We have been rambling all this night, And almost all this day, And now returned back again...
Page 77 - They kindle a fire, and dress a repast of eggs and milk in the consistence of a custard. They knead a cake of oatmeal, which is toasted at the embers against a stone.
Page 21 - When the great fen, or moor, which watereth the walls of the city on the north side, is frozen, many young men play upon the ice; some, striding as wide as they may, do slide swiftly...
Page 70 - With his heavenly dew so sweet. " The heavenly gates are open wide, Our paths are beaten plain, And if a man be not too far gone, He may return again. " The life of man is but a span, It flourishes like a flower, We are here to-day, and gone to-morrow, And we are dead in an hour. " The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light, A little before it is day, So God bless you all, both great and small, And^send you a joyful May.
Page 26 - In an old waggon, for he could not ride; Drawn of two fishes for the season fitting, Which through the flood before did softly slide And swim away: yet had he by his side His plough and harness fit to till the ground, And tools to prune the trees, before the pride Of hasting prime did make them burgeon round.

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