Old Sports and Sportsmen; Or, The Willey Country

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Virtue & Company, 1873 - 204 páginas
 

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Página 107 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on...
Página 15 - In my time my poor father was as diligent to teach me to shoot, as to learn me any other thing, and so I think other men did their children...
Página 61 - Then after we had staid there three hours, or thereabouts, we might perceive the deer appear on the hills round about us (their heads making a show like a wood), which being followed close by the...
Página 60 - ... compass, they do bring, or chase in, the deer in many herds (two, three, or four hundred in a herd), to such or such a place, as the noblemen shall appoint them ; then, when day is come, the lords and gentlemen of their companies do ride or go to the said places, sometimes...
Página 180 - As when some one peculiar quality Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw All his affects, his spirits, and his powers, In their confluctions, all to run one way, This may be truly said to be a humour.
Página 168 - Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north ; And on and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still ; All night from tower to tower they sprang, they sprang from hill to hill Till the proud Peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales; Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales ; Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's...
Página 134 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Página 141 - D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch All as one as a piece of the ship, And with her brave the world without offering to flinch, From the moment the anchor's a-trip.
Página 51 - Those giant oaks could tell, Of beings born and buried here ! Tales of the peasant and the peer, Tales of the bridal and the bier,' *• The welcome and farewell, Since on their boughs the startled bird First, in her twilight slumbers, heard The Norman's curfew-bell.

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