Rural sketches and poems, chiefly relating to ClevelandSimpkin & Marshall; Edinburgh, W. Tait; Stokesley, W. Braithwaite, Press, 1845 - 80 էջ |
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... trees ( as it would seem ) drink in the spirit of life from breezes and showers , from light and sun - shine . The ... tree of the forest , no canopy but the deep foliage fluttering in the breeze , no dome or arch but the broad blue ...
... trees ( as it would seem ) drink in the spirit of life from breezes and showers , from light and sun - shine . The ... tree of the forest , no canopy but the deep foliage fluttering in the breeze , no dome or arch but the broad blue ...
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... trees , open at the bottom , with a clean loamy bed , and running through pastures that must supply them with ... tree , -let us try ! There he spins , the beautiful ! —and richly spotted , and glossy , with gold and scarlet are his ...
... trees , open at the bottom , with a clean loamy bed , and running through pastures that must supply them with ... tree , -let us try ! There he spins , the beautiful ! —and richly spotted , and glossy , with gold and scarlet are his ...
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... trees , which adorns the summit , like a Chinaman's crop of hair , we stand on Highcliffe . Famous old Highcliffe ! what genera- tions gone by have gazed with joy on thy gray front and hoary temples , how often the happy school - boy ...
... trees , which adorns the summit , like a Chinaman's crop of hair , we stand on Highcliffe . Famous old Highcliffe ! what genera- tions gone by have gazed with joy on thy gray front and hoary temples , how often the happy school - boy ...
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... trees , at the low end of Sleddale . The spot of green grass in the desert , which struck the soul of Bruce , the African traveller , with such awe and de- light , could not have been more delicious than this ; so silvery the stems , so ...
... trees , at the low end of Sleddale . The spot of green grass in the desert , which struck the soul of Bruce , the African traveller , with such awe and de- light , could not have been more delicious than this ; so silvery the stems , so ...
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... trees , in grim and solemn majesty , float two glossy ravens , whose harsh coarse notes are heard far through the air . There is the swift - eyed hawk watching for his prey , and darting like lightning through the skies . I hear the ...
... trees , in grim and solemn majesty , float two glossy ravens , whose harsh coarse notes are heard far through the air . There is the swift - eyed hawk watching for his prey , and darting like lightning through the skies . I hear the ...
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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.