Summer Rambles in Cheshire, Derbyshire, Lancashire, and Yorkshire: Being a Sequel to "Manchester Walks and Wild Flowers."Palmer & Howe, 1866 - 251 páginas |
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Abbey abundance Alderley ancient ascend bank beautiful Beeston Bollin Bolton Bowdon Bramhall bridge brook Buxton called Castle Castleton celebrated Chadkirk charming Cheshire Chester church Clitheroe clough colour Combermere Congleton Crags crossing curious Derbyshire descend Disley distance district Earl Edge Egerton England Etherowe famous feet ferns fields flowers garden Goyt green ground grow Hall Hazel-grove Hebden Bridge hills Hoghton Tower Hollingworth Lake Hotel interesting Knutsford Lake Lancashire lane latter Littleborough Liverpool Lyme Lyme Park Lymm Macclesfield Manchester Marple meadow Mersey miles Mobberley mosses nature neighbourhood noble North Rode once Park path picturesque plants pleasant plenty portion present Prestbury pretty railway reach reservoir river river Goyt road rock Roman Rostherne scenery side slope Southport station Stockport stone stream summit sweet thence tower trees valley village walk waterfall Werneth Lowe wild wood Worsley yards
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Página 161 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Página 170 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The Power, the Beauty, and the Majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished. They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Página 92 - Another bud of infancy With holy dews impearled!" And in their hands they bore our wee White Rose of all the world. You scarce could think so small a thing Could leave a loss so large; Her little light such shadow fling From dawn to sunset's marge. In other springs our life may be In bannered bloom unfurled, But never, never match our wee White Rose of all the world.
Página 94 - A | Chorographicall | Description Of All | the Tracts, Rivers, | Mountains, Forests, | and other Parts of this Renowned | Isle of Great Britain, | With intermixture of the most Remarkeable | Stories, Antiquities, Wonders, Rarities, Pleasures, | and Commodities, of the same.
Página 65 - Made Goddess of the river. Still she retains Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve Visits the herds along the twilight meadows, Helping all urchin blasts, and ill-luck signs That the shrewd meddling elf delights to make, Which she with precious vialed liquors heals.
Página 125 - Naught so sad as melancholy. When to myself I act and smile, With pleasing thoughts the time beguile, By a brook side or wood so green, Unheard, unsought for, or unseen, A thousand pleasures do me bless, And crown my soul with happiness. All my joys besides are folly, None so sweet as melancholy.
Página 125 - When I go musing all alone Thinking of divers things fore-known. When I build castles in the air, Void of sorrow and void of fear, Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet, Methinks the time runs very fleet. All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Página 125 - Fear and sorrow me surprise, Whether I tarry still or go, Methinks the time moves very slow. All my griefs to this are jolly, Naught so sad as melancholy.
Página 146 - The ayr is very wholesome, insomuch that the people of the Country are seldome infected with Diseases or Sicknesses ; neither do they use the help of the Physicians nothing so much as in other countries. For when any of them are sick they make him a Posset and tye a kerchief on his head, and if that will not amend him, then God be merciful to him!
Página 137 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And ' Stanley ! ' was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted ' Victory ! — Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!