Rural SketchesJ. & C. Brown & Company, Ave Maria Lane., 1839 - 358 páginas |
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... hills which had been familiar to me from childhood , and to which my mind had so often sailed on the dreamy wings of ... hill which they had traversed 2 RURAL SKETCHES .
... hills which had been familiar to me from childhood , and to which my mind had so often sailed on the dreamy wings of ... hill which they had traversed 2 RURAL SKETCHES .
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Thomas Miller. -- hold down the steep hill which they had traversed so many years . I looked on those ancient fingers , now black with age , and which were bright when they pointed out my hours of pleasure . They no longer told the time ...
Thomas Miller. -- hold down the steep hill which they had traversed so many years . I looked on those ancient fingers , now black with age , and which were bright when they pointed out my hours of pleasure . They no longer told the time ...
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... hill and valley , and outstretched plain , sent forth their melodies until the very air became filled with dulcet sounds , made up of all strange harmonies . The plough - boy's whistle and the milk - maid's song mingled with the voices ...
... hill and valley , and outstretched plain , sent forth their melodies until the very air became filled with dulcet sounds , made up of all strange harmonies . The plough - boy's whistle and the milk - maid's song mingled with the voices ...
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... hills upheaved their green heads , bright and beautiful , as they had done twenty years ago , when I wondered what new world outstretched beyond them . The deep water rolled as rapidly under the dark arches of the old bridge as when I ...
... hills upheaved their green heads , bright and beautiful , as they had done twenty years ago , when I wondered what new world outstretched beyond them . The deep water rolled as rapidly under the dark arches of the old bridge as when I ...
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... hill and valley , wood and river , had only been made to glad my soul . Even amid the smoke of this big city , I love to hang my walls with a few rural scenes ; and , although it requires a great effort of imagination , endeavour to ...
... hill and valley , wood and river , had only been made to glad my soul . Even amid the smoke of this big city , I love to hang my walls with a few rural scenes ; and , although it requires a great effort of imagination , endeavour to ...
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Abraham Clark amid beautiful Bell beside birds Bonny bosom bough colour dark dead death deep doth earth England's Helicon exclaimed eyes face fair fancy farmer father feel feet fell flowers forest give Grab grandad grave green hand head heard heart heaven hills horses hour hung Izaak Walton Jack Straw John Justice leave light lips live lonely island look Mary merry Michael Drayton mind morning mother murmur neighbouring never Nicholas Breton night old English old Justice once passed poetry poor river river Trent Robin Hood rural Saxilby scenes seemed seen Shakspeare shillings silent singing sleep smile song sound stood stream summer queen sunshine sweet tears thee things Thomas Lodge thou thought thousand Tom Otter trees turned village voice walk wandered wild wind woman wood young
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Página 312 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Página 273 - 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 : Though I go bare, take ye no care ; I nothing am a-cold : I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old.
Página 259 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard - I saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
Página 295 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Página 130 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Página 325 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Página 89 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 325 - Fie, fie, fie" now would she cry; "Teru, teru," by and by: That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain, For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own. — Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain, None...
Página 101 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Página 101 - Fidele's grassy tomb, Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom. And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here. And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green. And dress thy grave with pearly dew.