Rural SketchesJ. & C. Brown & Company, Ave Maria Lane., 1839 - 358 páginas |
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... perhaps , a truth , that many of the charms which we discover in the past are imaginary ; that they only become pleasing through associations , and that the reality is just what the mind thinks , or the heart feels , while contemplating ...
... perhaps , a truth , that many of the charms which we discover in the past are imaginary ; that they only become pleasing through associations , and that the reality is just what the mind thinks , or the heart feels , while contemplating ...
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... perhaps caused us to leave our native home , or there are many events linked with the change . Many remembered scenes and familiar faces pass through the mind while it is in such a state of contemplation . We seem to live over again the ...
... perhaps caused us to leave our native home , or there are many events linked with the change . Many remembered scenes and familiar faces pass through the mind while it is in such a state of contemplation . We seem to live over again the ...
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... perhaps but ill becomes me to make these remarks ; however , I have have no false dignity to uphold , and have therefore blundered them out believing that they are the truth . - After all , I fear my endeavours are too Quixotic ; and I ...
... perhaps but ill becomes me to make these remarks ; however , I have have no false dignity to uphold , and have therefore blundered them out believing that they are the truth . - After all , I fear my endeavours are too Quixotic ; and I ...
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... perhaps when he is about to catch her , he says , " Thee and thy sins are a featish weight together , my old girl ; " and he looks tenderly upon her , well knowing that her greatest crime would not disturb the most tender conscience ...
... perhaps when he is about to catch her , he says , " Thee and thy sins are a featish weight together , my old girl ; " and he looks tenderly upon her , well knowing that her greatest crime would not disturb the most tender conscience ...
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... perhaps the kind - hearted old dame gathers a handful of primroses , and says , " Nanny Sanderson's bairns always look for a few flowers when I leave their week's butter . " They pass the hill - top before they mount again : there is no ...
... perhaps the kind - hearted old dame gathers a handful of primroses , and says , " Nanny Sanderson's bairns always look for a few flowers when I leave their week's butter . " They pass the hill - top before they mount again : there is no ...
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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.