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A Cotswold Village, Or, Country Life and Pursuits in Gloucestershire
Joseph Arthur Gibbs
Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1899
Ablington ancient ash trees ball beautiful Berkshire Bibury birds Burford BURFORD PRIORY catch Chedworth church Cirencester CIRENCESTER HOUSE Coln colour Cotswold district Cotswold Hills cottages covert cricket cubs deep delightful district earth England Fairford farmers fields fish garden glorious Gloucestershire grass green grey ground half hamlet hand Hatherop hawking horse hounds hundred hunting huntsman keeper labouring large number larvæ light London look Lord lovely manor house may-fly miles never night Northleach old-fashioned once passed Peregrine pheasants pitch play pleasant plough rabbits ride river River Coln Roman scent season seen Shakespeare shooting sport sportsmen spring squire stand stoat stone Stow-on-the-Wold stwuns summer tell things thou town trees trout vale valley village walls whilst wild William Shakespeare wolds wonderful woods yards
Էջ 52 - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
Էջ 402 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. cvi Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Էջ 233 - As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
Էջ 170 - Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Էջ 404 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!
Էջ 259 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,...
Էջ 409 - There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial; but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another.
Էջ 243 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,
Էջ 17 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.