Rural sketches and poems, chiefly relating to ClevelandSimpkin & Marshall; Edinburgh, W. Tait; Stokesley, W. Braithwaite, Press, 1845 - 80 էջ |
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... living thing . The slightest blow is attended with instant death , and without any of the usual symptoms of suffering or agony . Besides , it is a fine old English pastime , and has been indulged in by many men of lofty minds , of ...
... living thing . The slightest blow is attended with instant death , and without any of the usual symptoms of suffering or agony . Besides , it is a fine old English pastime , and has been indulged in by many men of lofty minds , of ...
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... , speak and tell us of the past ! Hark , I hear the answer , -it is from the charnel house , the sepulchre ! But away with sad broodings . Let us rather gaze upon the living than ponder on death and decay . ANGLIANA . 47.
... , speak and tell us of the past ! Hark , I hear the answer , -it is from the charnel house , the sepulchre ! But away with sad broodings . Let us rather gaze upon the living than ponder on death and decay . ANGLIANA . 47.
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... living language of the past , the present . Surely yon mother's heart is a foun- tain of perpetual joy . Glad , oh ! meekest of matrons , will be thy husband's heart returning ! -joyful that father's smile as he clasps his golden ...
... living language of the past , the present . Surely yon mother's heart is a foun- tain of perpetual joy . Glad , oh ! meekest of matrons , will be thy husband's heart returning ! -joyful that father's smile as he clasps his golden ...
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John Walker Ord. solitude you may perish and rot away , nor any living being ever come near to canonize your bones . And that sound , that awful voice of solitude , how dreadful it is ! We know of no Poet who has ever described it , nor ...
John Walker Ord. solitude you may perish and rot away , nor any living being ever come near to canonize your bones . And that sound , that awful voice of solitude , how dreadful it is ! We know of no Poet who has ever described it , nor ...
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... living men walked contemplatively its cloisters - now , the long grass trails along its pillars , now the storm - winds of winter howl harshly along the desolate aisles , and death and ruin reign as conquerors , where pious hope once ...
... living men walked contemplatively its cloisters - now , the long grass trails along its pillars , now the storm - winds of winter howl harshly along the desolate aisles , and death and ruin reign as conquerors , where pious hope once ...
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Էջ 103 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Էջ 53 - ... hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did...
Էջ 161 - And Boaz said unto her, At mealtime come thou hither, and eat of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar. And she sat beside the reapers: and he reached her parched corn, and she did eat, and was sufficed, and left.
Էջ 183 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Էջ 185 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Էջ 67 - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier; but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
Էջ 73 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.