Hogg's Weekly Instructor, Bände 1-2J. Hogg, 1848 |
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... earth is placed beneath the head of the deceased ; and the coffin , hitherto left open , is then nailed down , and consigned to the earth . In some places , the custom is to lay the coffin near the edge of the grave , and then , if the ...
... earth is placed beneath the head of the deceased ; and the coffin , hitherto left open , is then nailed down , and consigned to the earth . In some places , the custom is to lay the coffin near the edge of the grave , and then , if the ...
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... earth and stones as a monumental record . A specification of the remaining phases of superstition indulged in upon occasions of death and burial will form materials for another paper on this interesting subject . USES OF FALLEN LEAVES ...
... earth and stones as a monumental record . A specification of the remaining phases of superstition indulged in upon occasions of death and burial will form materials for another paper on this interesting subject . USES OF FALLEN LEAVES ...
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... earth so beautiful ! ' His companion laughed and said , ' I dreamed of her too . So you preferred that floating soap - bubble , did you ? I should have guessed as much . But come , help me to carry the nuts home , for I am hungry for my ...
... earth so beautiful ! ' His companion laughed and said , ' I dreamed of her too . So you preferred that floating soap - bubble , did you ? I should have guessed as much . But come , help me to carry the nuts home , for I am hungry for my ...
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... earth for such purpose . The following was the formula at Roman Catholic funerals , as described by Picart , in the beginning of the seventeenth century . Immediately after decease , the body was washed and stretched , a crucifix placed ...
... earth for such purpose . The following was the formula at Roman Catholic funerals , as described by Picart , in the beginning of the seventeenth century . Immediately after decease , the body was washed and stretched , a crucifix placed ...
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... earth , and water , my own soul , day , night , and twilight , and thou conscience bear witness I follow my husband's corpse on the funeral pile . ' She then walks three times round the pile , while the Brahmins utter an adjuration ...
... earth , and water , my own soul , day , night , and twilight , and thou conscience bear witness I follow my husband's corpse on the funeral pile . ' She then walks three times round the pile , while the Brahmins utter an adjuration ...
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Seite 172 - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
Seite 147 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 145 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 180 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Seite 178 - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
Seite 272 - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Seite 172 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Seite 147 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 88 - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Seite 148 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.