On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A StorySeeley & Company, 1888 - 339 páginas |
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... never be unfolded before us here . But in some rarer instances the story of a life is written in characters which can never be effaced , and such lives were those of William Cowper and his friend John Newton , the Vicar of Olney ...
... never be unfolded before us here . But in some rarer instances the story of a life is written in characters which can never be effaced , and such lives were those of William Cowper and his friend John Newton , the Vicar of Olney ...
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... never so difficult to manage as when he had had just enough to upset his equilibrium , and make him furious if anyone contradicted him . Many a time had Cuthbert resorted to an extra bottle to keep his father quiet . Many a time had he ...
... never so difficult to manage as when he had had just enough to upset his equilibrium , and make him furious if anyone contradicted him . Many a time had Cuthbert resorted to an extra bottle to keep his father quiet . Many a time had he ...
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... never any conversation between father and son , in the strict meaning of the word , though the Squire generally found occasion to jerk out complaints at his son , or Sam , about the viands , or the weather , or the cups . This evening ...
... never any conversation between father and son , in the strict meaning of the word , though the Squire generally found occasion to jerk out complaints at his son , or Sam , about the viands , or the weather , or the cups . This evening ...
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... never seen , and who would probably dislike the idea as much as he did . And yet for some time past the isolation of his position , shut out from the society he might have enjoyed , had pressed upon him ; for I need not say there were ...
... never seen , and who would probably dislike the idea as much as he did . And yet for some time past the isolation of his position , shut out from the society he might have enjoyed , had pressed upon him ; for I need not say there were ...
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... services , although on Sundays they occupied a seat in the gallery . Cuthbert had never spoken to the poet , who lived a retired life in the town of Olney ; but he had , since he had frequented the church , felt COLTSWOOD MANOR II.
... services , although on Sundays they occupied a seat in the gallery . Cuthbert had never spoken to the poet , who lived a retired life in the town of Olney ; but he had , since he had frequented the church , felt COLTSWOOD MANOR II.
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On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A Story Emma Marshall Vista completa - 1888 |
On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A Story Emma Marshall Vista completa - 1888 |
On the Banks of the Ouse Or Life in Olney a Hundred Years Ago: A Story Emma Marshall Vista completa - 1888 |
Términos y frases comunes
arms asked aunt baby beautiful Bedford better Betty bride child church Cicely Whinfield Cicely's cloth Coltswood Manor cousin Cowper Cuth Cuthbert Rollestone dear door Drusilla Allen exclaimed eyes face father gate gentle gentleman Giles girl hand head heard heart hope horse John Newton Kath Katharine Perry Katharine's lace-maker lady laughed Lavendon Mill leave live look Lord madam marriage Master Cuthbert Miles Crampton miller Miss Perry mistress mother never night Olney parlour passed Paul Chamber Paul Chamberlain PHILIP GILBERT HAMERTON Pleasaunce poet poor pray pretty Price quiet reply RIVER OUSE Rose round seemed side silla smile stood story talk tell there's things to-day turned Unwin village voice waiting walk wedding Weston WESTON UNDERWOOD wife William Cowper window wish words YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY young Squire
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Página 121 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Página viii - And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences ; The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Página 334 - FAREWELL, dear scenes, for ever closed to me, Oh, for what sorrows must I now exchange ye!
Página 339 - Thus? oh, not thus! no type of earth can image that awaking, Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him breaking, Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted, But felt those eyes alone, and knew, —
Página 312 - From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Página 144 - And waft it to the mourner as he roves, Can call up life into his faded eye, That passes all he sees unheeded by : No wounds like those a wounded spirit feels, No cure for such, till God who makes them, heals.
Página 219 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so broken-hearted...
Página 305 - When one, that holds communion with the skies, Has filled his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.
Página viii - He shall be strong to sanctify The poet's high vocation, And bow the meekest Christian down In meeker adoration : Nor ever shall he be in praise By wise or good forsaken : Named softly, as the household name Of one whom God hath taken. With quiet sadness, and no gloom, I learn to think upon him ; With meekness that is gratefulness, To God whose heaven hath won him — Who suffered once the madness-cloud...
Página 71 - tis equal, whether love ordain My life or death, appoint me pain or ease ; My soul perceives no real ill in pain ; In ease or health no real good she sees. One good she covets, and that good alone, To choose thy will, from selfish bias free ; And to prefer a cottage to a throne, And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee.