A Leisurely Tour in England

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Macmillan, 1913 - 400 էջ
 

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Էջ 86 - Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round. Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place...
Էջ 33 - Pass, pass who will, yon chantry door; And through the chink in the fractured floor Look down, and see a griesly sight; A vault where the bodies are buried upright ! There face by face, and hand by hand, The Claphams and Mauleverers stand...
Էջ 370 - Ah, dismal-soul'd! The winds of heaven blew, the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves — ye felt it not. The blue Bared its eternal bosom, and the dew Of summer night collected still to make The morning precious: Beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule...
Էջ 256 - This stony register is for his bones ; His fame is more perpetual than these stones : And his own goodness, with himself being gone, Shall live when earthly monument is none. " Written on the west end thereof. " Not monumental stone preserves our fame, Nor sky-aspiring pyramids our name. The memory of him for whom this stands Shall out-live marble and defacers' hands. When all to time's consumption shall be given, Stanley, for whom this stands, shall stand in heaven.
Էջ 4 - Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd," that I absent myself from the town for a while, without feeling at a loss the moment I am left by myself. Instead of a friend in a post-chaise or in a Tilbury, to exchange good things with and vary the same stale topics over again, for once let me have a truce with impertinence. Give me the clear blue sky over my head and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner — and then to thinking!
Էջ 373 - Ye gentle birds, that perch aloof, And smooth your pinions on my roof, Preparing for departure hence Ere winter's angry threats commence ; Like you my soul would smooth her plume For longer flights beyond the tomb. " May God, by whom is seen and heard Departing man and wandering bird, In mercy mark us for His own And guide us to the land unknown!
Էջ 373 - My bellows, too, have lost their wind; . My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, And in the dust my vice is laid. My coal is spent, my iron's gone, My nails are drove, my work is done ; My fire-dried corpse lies here at rest, And, smoke-like, soars up to be bless'd.
Էջ 130 - The Tragedies gathered by Jhon Bochas of all such Princes as fell from theyr Estates throughe the Mutability of Fortune since the creation of Adam until his time ; wherin may be seen what vices bring menne to destruccion, wyth notable warninges howe the like may be avoyded. Translated into English by John Lidgate, Monke of Burye.
Էջ 382 - On! on! through meadows, managed like a garden, A paradise of hops and high production ; For, after years of travel by a bard in Countries of greater heat, but lesser suction, A green field is a sight which makes him pardon The absence of that more sublime construction, Which mixes up vines — olives — precipices- — Glaciers — volcanoes — oranges and ices.
Էջ 201 - We saw Hawkestone, the seat of Sir Rowland Hill ," and were conducted by Miss Hill over a large tract of rocks and woods; a region abounding with striking scenes and terrific grandeur. We were always on the brink of a precipice, or at the foot of a lofty rock; but the steeps were seldom naked : in many places, oaks of uncommon magnitude shot up from the crannies of stone; and where there were no trees, there were underwoods and bushes.

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