The Recreations of Christopher North, Volumen2William Blackwood & sons, 1842 |
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... called Glen- Etive . But where begins or where ends that " severe sojourn , " is now to us a mystery - though we hear the sound of the sea and the dashing of cataracts . Yet though all is thus dim in our memory , would you believe it ...
... called Glen- Etive . But where begins or where ends that " severe sojourn , " is now to us a mystery - though we hear the sound of the sea and the dashing of cataracts . Yet though all is thus dim in our memory , would you believe it ...
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... called , even when he had reached his seventeenth year , though probably he would have puzzled you in Livy and Virgil ; nor of English poetry had he read much the less the better for such a mind - at that age , and in that condition ...
... called , even when he had reached his seventeenth year , though probably he would have puzzled you in Livy and Virgil ; nor of English poetry had he read much the less the better for such a mind - at that age , and in that condition ...
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John Wilson. illustrious Ornithologist , second not even to Audubon- and sometimes absurdly called the Great American Ornithologist , because with pen and pencil he painted in colours that will never die - the Birds of the New World . He ...
John Wilson. illustrious Ornithologist , second not even to Audubon- and sometimes absurdly called the Great American Ornithologist , because with pen and pencil he painted in colours that will never die - the Birds of the New World . He ...
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... called so , is no dream . In a dream we have no will of our own , no power over ourselves ; ourselves are not felt to be ourselves ; our familiar friends seem strangers from some far off country ; the dead are alive , yet we wonder not ...
... called so , is no dream . In a dream we have no will of our own , no power over ourselves ; ourselves are not felt to be ourselves ; our familiar friends seem strangers from some far off country ; the dead are alive , yet we wonder not ...
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... called thunder - and - lightning breeches , hot very , one would think , in such sultry weather - but confound us if he has not this moment stript them off , and be not pursuing his journey in puris naturalibus— yes , as naked as the ...
... called thunder - and - lightning breeches , hot very , one would think , in such sultry weather - but confound us if he has not this moment stript them off , and be not pursuing his journey in puris naturalibus— yes , as naked as the ...
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Página 382 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Página 235 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Página 59 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Página 134 - That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips.
Página 381 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Página 344 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Página 354 - So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, and looked so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind...
Página 328 - The essence of poetry is invention ; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are universally known ; but few as they are, they can be made no more ; they can receive no grace from novelty of sentiment, and very little from novelty of expression.
Página 27 - ... starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage virtue of the race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. Glad were the vales, and every cottage hearth ; The shepherd lord was honoured more and more ; And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The good Lord Clifford
Página 27 - Bear me to the heart of France Is the longing of the shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling field! Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed with lance and sword, To his ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the flock of war!