Idyllists of the Country Side: Being Six Commentaries Concerning Some of Those who Have Apostrophized the Joys of the Open AirDodd, Mead, 1895 - Всего страниц: 263 |
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... village where echoes abounded , and which gave back most agreeably , from a hop - kiln above the hollow cartway , the chorus of a pack of hounds , the clarion of the hunting - horn , a sonorous chime of bells , and the minstrelsy of ...
... village where echoes abounded , and which gave back most agreeably , from a hop - kiln above the hollow cartway , the chorus of a pack of hounds , the clarion of the hunting - horn , a sonorous chime of bells , and the minstrelsy of ...
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... village church - steeple preparatory to the southward flight . On the other hand , Procne and her volant wing was his especial vexation , the one vane of his observations which was ever veering in incertitude . It was impossible for him ...
... village church - steeple preparatory to the southward flight . On the other hand , Procne and her volant wing was his especial vexation , the one vane of his observations which was ever veering in incertitude . It was impossible for him ...
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... village . The migration of birds . was ever a fruitful source of speculation with the olden writers , and one will remem- ber in this connection Robert Burton's quaint reference to the coming and going of the winged tribes in his ...
... village . The migration of birds . was ever a fruitful source of speculation with the olden writers , and one will remem- ber in this connection Robert Burton's quaint reference to the coming and going of the winged tribes in his ...
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... in the Plestor near the village church , of which he gives the following account : - - " A shrew - ash is an ash whose twigs or branches , when gently applied to the limbs of cattle 74 Idyllists of the Country - Side .
... in the Plestor near the village church , of which he gives the following account : - - " A shrew - ash is an ash whose twigs or branches , when gently applied to the limbs of cattle 74 Idyllists of the Country - Side .
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... village a row of pollard ashes which when young and flexible had been severed and held open by wedges , into the apertures of which ruptured chil- dren were pushed through , under the belief that they Gilbert White's Pastoral . 75.
... village a row of pollard ashes which when young and flexible had been severed and held open by wedges , into the apertures of which ruptured chil- dren were pushed through , under the belief that they Gilbert White's Pastoral . 75.
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Стр. 152 - There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
Стр. 259 - Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo ! my own shall come to me.
Стр. 47 - When the hen-bird's wing doth rest Quiet on her mossy nest; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive casts its swarm; Acorns ripe down-pattering, While the autumn breezes sing.
Стр. 68 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Стр. 20 - Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace, And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or worse, in war and wantonness. Let them that list these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill ; So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth and yellow daffodil, Purple narcissus like the morning rays, Pale gander-grass and azure culver-keys.
Стр. 217 - tis, and scrupulous care, To place my gains beyond the reach of tides, Each smoother pebble, and each shell more rare, Which ocean kindly to my hand confides.
Стр. 55 - Amusive birds ! — say where your hid retreat When the frost rages and the tempests beat ; Whence your return, by such nice instinct led, When spring, soft season, lifts her bloomy head ? Such baffled searches mock man's prying pride, The GOD of NATURE is your secret guide...
Стр. 201 - ... for men. It is a sound admirably suited to swamps and twilight woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and undeveloped nature which men have not recognized. They represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all have. All day the sun has shone on the surface of some savage swamp, where the single spruce stands hung with usnea lichens, and small hawks circulate above, and the...
Стр. 259 - And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray,. Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years ; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears.
Стр. 9 - Sometimes an angler comes, and drops his hook Within its hidden depths, and 'gainst a tree Leaning his rod, reads in some pleasant book, Forgetting soon his pride of fishery ; And dreams, or falls asleep, While curious fishes peep About his nibbled bait, or scornfully Dart off and rise and leap.