Rural sketches and poems, chiefly relating to ClevelandSimpkin & Marshall; Edinburgh, W. Tait; Stokesley, W. Braithwaite, Press, 1845 - Всего страниц: 80 |
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... fields , and leaving the Rec- tory House on our right , we reach , after a sojourn of two miles , the pleasant and delightful village of Kirby . Kirby reminds us strongly of Upleatham ( al- lowing for the difference of site , ) and has ...
... fields , and leaving the Rec- tory House on our right , we reach , after a sojourn of two miles , the pleasant and delightful village of Kirby . Kirby reminds us strongly of Upleatham ( al- lowing for the difference of site , ) and has ...
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... fields wore the mark of cultivation - and the broad over- hanging heavens , in storm or sunshine , have clasped their majestic forms ere Briton , Roman , Saxon , or Dane , ever planted a standard on their broad foreheads . How noble ...
... fields wore the mark of cultivation - and the broad over- hanging heavens , in storm or sunshine , have clasped their majestic forms ere Briton , Roman , Saxon , or Dane , ever planted a standard on their broad foreheads . How noble ...
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... fields , hedgerows , gardens , orchards , with hosts of pleasant contented - looking farm- houses - and , just at our feet , delightful woods , happy haunts of wild - flowers and wild - birds , each with their histories , for surely in ...
... fields , hedgerows , gardens , orchards , with hosts of pleasant contented - looking farm- houses - and , just at our feet , delightful woods , happy haunts of wild - flowers and wild - birds , each with their histories , for surely in ...
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... fields , they are all busy hay - making . The maidens and swains are toiling happily , with the light swathes , and , with pleasant jokes and repartees , pass away the hours . Crowned queen , haughty , noble in thy ancestral palace ...
... fields , they are all busy hay - making . The maidens and swains are toiling happily , with the light swathes , and , with pleasant jokes and repartees , pass away the hours . Crowned queen , haughty , noble in thy ancestral palace ...
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... fields , and along the shady hedgerows . Alas , the cold clay is thy dwelling , thy shroud the mists of the charnel , thy companions the worms and beetles . And I yet live , and a myriad insects of an hour flutter like myself in the sun ...
... fields , and along the shady hedgerows . Alas , the cold clay is thy dwelling , thy shroud the mists of the charnel , thy companions the worms and beetles . And I yet live , and a myriad insects of an hour flutter like myself in the sun ...
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Стр. 103 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Стр. 53 - ... hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did...
Стр. 161 - And Boaz said unto her, At mealtime come thou hither, and eat of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar. And she sat beside the reapers: and he reached her parched corn, and she did eat, and was sufficed, and left.
Стр. 183 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Стр. 185 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Стр. 67 - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier; but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
Стр. 73 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.