Sooner than pass through this crossfire, all day we crouched in the trench until about sunset, when it came on to rain.
Bless you, baby, they'll do me a sight more good than camfire!"
On the instant, the big gates swung wide, the factory poured out a tide of people as though the building had been afire.
The lanes at this time were provided with certain supervisors from among the people, whom we call road commissioners They were allowed to use official dress and two lictors just in the places where they had jurisdiction and on certain days, and they were given charge of the body of slaves which previously had accompanied the aediles to save buildings that were set afire,--an arrangement still continued to the present day.
I knowe the busines, syr, if in that place These are the too distressed wrecks at sea We sawe this morninge floatinge, sweeter guerles I never yet sett ey on, and opprest By too ill lookeinge raskells that to warme them Wisht all the towne a bonefire-- Ashb.
The bells likewise did loudly ring, Bonefires did burn and people sing; London conduits did run with wine, And all men do to Charles incline; Hoping now that all Unto their trades may fall, Their famylies for to maintain, And from wrong be free, ’Cause we have liv’d to see The King enjoy his own again.
Why, here was a spectacle last night for a whole country!--a Bonfire visible to London, alarming her guilty towers, and shaking the Monument with an ague fit--all done by a little vial of phosphor in a Clown's fob!
It would appear, too, that in days gone by, on the eve of All Saints' Day, heath was specially burnt by way of a bonfire:-- "On All Saints' Day bare is the place where the heath is burnt; The plough is in the furrow, the ox at work."
Bonfires.--Never build bonfires in windy weather or where there is the slightest danger of their escaping from control.
----Bonfire?--shrieked the little man.--The bonfire when Robert Calef's book was burned?
Bonfires.--Never build bonfires in windy weather or where there is the slightest danger of their escaping from control.
With this exception I here present the original notes just as they were penned under the inspiration of the overwhelming wonders which everywhere revealed themselves to our astonished vision; and as I again review and read the entries made in the field and around the campfire, in the journal that for nearly thirty years has been lost to my sight, I feel all the thrilling sensations of my first impressions, and with them is mingled the deep regret that our beloved Washburn did not live to see the triumphant accomplishment of what was dear to his heart, the setting apart at the headwaters of the Yellowstone, of a National "public park or pleasuring ground for the benefit and enjoyment of the people."
Five evenings had I witnessed the tents begin to glow and the campfires kindle until the valley became hooped about as if by a million giant fireflies.
EMBOTHRIUM COCCINEUM.--Fire Bush.
And as to where an untried child goes, whether to join the assembly of its elders who have borne the heat of the day,--fire-purified martyrs and torment-sifted confessors,--what know we?
Games and Pastimes Games of the Ancient Greeks and Romans.--Games of the Circus.--Animal Combats.--Daring of King Pepin.--The King's Lions.--Blind Men's Fights.--Cockneys of Paris.--Champ de Mars.--Cours Plenieres and Cours Couronnees.--Jugglers, Tumblers, and Minstrels.--Rope-dancers.--Fireworks.--Gymnastics.--Cards and Dice.--Chess, Marbles, and Billiards.--La Soule, La Pirouette, &c.--Small Games for Private Society.--History of Dancing.--Ballet des Ardents.--The "Orchesographie" (Art of Dancing) of Thoinot Arbeau.--List of Dances.
No image that fire, flame, brimestone, molten lead, or red-hot pincers could supply; with flesh, nerves, and sinews quivering under them, was omitted.
And cheese his mansion and dwellynge in achadomye a town/ whiche was not only destroyed but also was full of pestelence/ so that by the cure and charge and customance of sorowe that be there suffrid/ myght eschewe the heetes and occasions of lecherye/ And many of his disciples dyde in lyke wyse/ Helemand reherceth that demostenes the philosopher lay ones by a right noble woman for his disporte/ and playnge with her he demanded of her what he shold gyue to haue to doo wyth her/ And she answerd to hym/ a thousand pens/ and he sayd agayn to her I shold repente me to bye hit so dere/ And whan he aduysed hym that he was so sore chauffid to speke to her for tacc=oplissh his flesshely defire/ he dispoyled hym alle naked and wente and putte hym in the middes of the snowe And ouide reherceth that this thynge is the leste that maye helpe and moste greue the louers And therfore saynt Augustyn reherceth in his book de Ciuitate dei that ther was a ryght noble romayne named merculian that wan and toke the noble cyte of siracuse And to fore er he dyde do assaylle hit or befyghte hit/ and er he had do be shedde ony blood/ he wepte and shedde many teeris to fore the cyte And that was for the cause that he doubted that his peple shold defoyle and corrumpe to moche dishonestly the chastyte of the toun And ordeyned vpon payne of deth that no man shold be so hardy to take and defoylle ony woman by force what that euer she were/ After this the craftymen ought to vnderstond for to be trewe/ and to haue trouthe in her mouthes And that theyr dedes folowe theyr wordes For he that sayth one thynge and doth another/ he condempneth hymself by his word Also they ought to see well to that they be of one Acorde in good, by entente, by word, and by dede/ so that they ben not discordant in no caas/ But euery man haue pure veryte and trouth in hym self/ For god hym self is pure verite/ And men say comynly that trouthe seketh none hernes ne corners/ And trouthe is a vertu by the whyche alle drede and fraude is put away/ Men saye truly whan they saye that they knowe/ And they that knowe not trouthe/ ought to knowe hit/ And alleway vse trouthe/ For Saynt Austyn sayth that they that wene to knowe trouthe/ And lyuyth euyll & viciously It is folye yf he knoweth hit not/ And also he sayth in an other place that it is better to suffre peyne for trouthe.
But only be cause they shold not knowe that her maister knewe But how well that the deuyll said thise wordes yet had she double entente to hem bothe For they knewe ann as they had tasted of the fruyt that they were dampned to the deth pardurable/ And god knewe it well to fore But they supposid well to haue knowen many other thynges And to belyke vnto his knowleche and science And therfor fayth saynt poule in a pistyll/ hit ne apperteyneth to saure or knowe more than behoueth to saure or knowe/ but to fauoure or knowe by mesure or fobrenes/ And valerian reherceth that ther was a good woman of siracusane that wold not lye vnto the kynge of *ecylle whiche was named dyonyse And this kynge was so full of tyrannye & so cruell that alle the world defired his deth and cursid hym/ Saauf this woman onely whiche was so olde that she had seen thre or .iiii.
Instantly, then, shouts of laughter--torchlight scattering the shadows amid gloom--green cypresses --fire--color splurging on the bosom of the water--babel of hundreds of voices as the gay Antiochenes swarmed out from behind the trees--and a cheer, as the girls by the altar threw their garments off and scampered naked along the river-bank toward a bridge that joined the temple island to the sloping lawns, where the crowd ran to await them.
While it doth study to have what it would, It doth forget to do the thing it should; And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, 'Tis won as towns with fire- so won, so lost.
A nobler lesson learn'd the gallant Tar From his Orphean lyre--to temper right The lion's courage with the attributes That to the gentle and the meek belong; O'er fallen foes to check the eye of fire-- O'er fallen foes to soften heart of oak.
"Yes--just a tiny, noiseless atom of white fire----" Her father bounced to his feet and waved both hands at her distractedly.
Nay, there's a charm beyond what nature shows, The bloom is softer and more sweetly glows; Pierced by no crime and urged by no desire For more than true and honest hearts require, They feel the calm delight, and thus proceed Through the green lane,--then linger in the mead,-- Stray o'er the heath in all its purple bloom,-- And pluck the blossom where the wild bees hum; Then through the broomy bound with ease they pass, And press the sandy sheep-walk's slender grass, Whore dwarfish flowers among the grass are spread, And the lamb browses by the linnet's bed; Then 'cross the bounding brook they make their way O'er its rough bridge--'and there behold the bay!-- The ocean smiling to the fervid sun-- The waves that faintly fall and slowly run-- The ships at distance and the boats at hand, And now they walk upon the sea-side sand, Counting the number, and what kind they be, Ships softly sinking in the sleepy sea: Now arm in arm, now parted, they behold The glittering waters on the shingles rolled; The timid girls, half dreading their design, Dip the small foot in the retarded brine, And search for crimson weeds, which spreading flow, Or lie like pictures on the sand below: With all those bright red pebbles, that the sun, Through the small waves so softly shines upon; And those live lucid jellies which the eye Delights to trace as they swim glittering by: Pearl-shells and rubied star-fish they admire, And will arrange above the parlour fire,-- Tokens of bliss!--'Oh!
E'en round the pole the flames of Love aspire, And icy bosoms feel the secret fire!-- Cradled in snow and fann'd by arctic air Shines, gentle BAROMETZ!
If I be sicke, 'tis onely in the minde: To see so faire, so common to all kinde; I am growne jealous now of all the world.-- Lady, how ere you prize me, without pleasure More then a kisse, I tender you this treasure; O what's a mint spent in such desire But like a sparke that makes a greater fire?-- She must be made my Dutches, there it goes; And marrying her, I marry thousand woes.-- Adiew, kind Mistresse;--the next newes you heare Is to sit crown'd in an Imperiall chair.
~At the North Avenue Fire.~ The boy stood in the burning block, Whence all but him had fled; He smashed the china on a rock, But saved the feather bed.
=The Lord of the Air.= THE STORY OF THE EAGLE =The King of the Mamozekel.= THE STORY OF THE MOOSE =The Watchers of the Camp-fire.= THE STORY OF THE PANTHER =The Haunter of the Pine Gloom.= THE STORY OF THE LYNX =The Return to the Trails.= THE STORY OF THE BEAR =The Little People of the Sycamore.= THE STORY OF THE RACCOON By OTHER AUTHORS =The Great Scoop.= By MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL A capital tale of newspaper life in a big city, and of a bright, enterprising, likable youngster employed thereon.
--And in his Hand a Reed Stood waving tipt with Fire.-- The grassie Clods now calvd,-- Spangled with Eyes-- In these and innumerable other Instances, the Metaphors are very bold but just; I must however observe that the Metaphors are not so thick sown in Milton which always savours too much of Wit; that they never clash with one another, which, as Aristotle observes, turns a Sentence into a kind of an Enigma or Riddle; and that he seldom has recourse to them where the proper and natural Words will do as well.
+flaught of fire+, flash of lightning, JD.
At once she shrank back; but on recovering sufficiently to again peer down, she saw something roasting before the fire--"a tiny arm with a hand that bore five fingers," as she afterward said, and "a sickening horror came over her."
As the warmth of burning coals revivified my hand, I saw something in the fire,--a face,--the very one these live fingers had just been tracing in yonder church-yard.
He left home, as he said, 'before the gun fire'--about five o'clock--and came nearly three miles on foot.
"Tell me, Byron," said his wife, one day, not long after they were married, and he was moodily staring into the fire,--"am I in your way?"
A moment later, and we had gone upon that high barricade, some score of us, without backers in the street, to draw on us the enemy's whole fire,--and very likely--unless they had foolishly fled at our first rush--to be all killed there.
An eminent critic says,--"Genius always lights its own fire,"--and this constant double process of mind,--one of self-direction and self-control, the other of absolute abandonment and identification,--each the more complete for the other,--the dramatic poet, the impassioned orator, and the great interpretative actor, all know, whenever the whole mind and nature are in their highest action.
Although there are few grates that may not be used in Chimneys constructed or altered upon the principles here recommended, yet they are not, by any means, all equally well adapted for that purpose.--Those whose construction is the most simple, and which of course are the cheapest, are beyond comparison the best, ON ALL ACCOUNTS.--Nothing being wanted in these Chimnies but merely a grate for containing the coals, and in which they will burn with a clear fire;--and all additional apparatus being, not only useless, but very pernicious, all complicated and expensive grates should be laid aside, and such as more simple substituted in the room of them.--And in the choice of a grate, as in every thing else, BEAUTY and ELEGANCE may easily be united with the MOST PERFECT SIMPLICITY.--Indeed they are incompatible with every thing else.
But even these can understand pitchforks and the cry of "Fire!"--and I have noticed in some of this class a marked dislike of earthquakes.
The firearm was trained in the general direction of Bull's stomach.
A people accustomed to the use of firearms only, as the Indian tribes are, will shun even moderate works which are defended by cannon.
Hand to hand they fought and struggled with each other, amid the terrific explosion of firearms,--oaths and curses, mingled with the prayers of the wounded, and the groans of the dying!
Such sordid populations, which were long blind to Heaven's light, are getting themselves burnt up rapidly, in these days, by street-insurrection and Hell-fire;--as is indeed inevitable, my esteemed M'Croudy!
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least its embers; A dog, a glass;-- 'T is thus we pass Such hours as one remembers.
"Get a fireball," said Luffe in a whisper, "and send up a dozen Sikhs."
I never heard it so loud at any other time, and when I hear it now, I always say to myself, there goes another of Nater's fireballs into shivers.
The only care needed is to see that you do not melt down the firebars during the process.
When we Vigilantes heard the taps on the firebell here in the Plaza, we gathered in front of the committee rooms.