Rural sketches and poems, chiefly relating to ClevelandSimpkin & Marshall; Edinburgh, W. Tait; Stokesley, W. Braithwaite, Press, 1845 - 80 страници |
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... beauty than yon western clouds , now gild- ed by the evening sun - Alas , she too is departed - An- other of the sunbeams of memory that play amongst the ruins of a lost and broken heart . " That spring ! " -there sat Lawrence Sterne ...
... beauty than yon western clouds , now gild- ed by the evening sun - Alas , she too is departed - An- other of the sunbeams of memory that play amongst the ruins of a lost and broken heart . " That spring ! " -there sat Lawrence Sterne ...
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... beauty from lone spots of verdure , now lifting its waves , like the white crest of a warrior in battle , now sweeping in rapid tide , like a courser to the war . Few of the rivers of England unite so many agree- able associations as ...
... beauty from lone spots of verdure , now lifting its waves , like the white crest of a warrior in battle , now sweeping in rapid tide , like a courser to the war . Few of the rivers of England unite so many agree- able associations as ...
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... beauty together , -all come before me , bright , radiant , and distinct , even as when I first beheld them , mingling , alas ! faintly , with that first dream of affection , which , as a veil of seraphs , or cloud of the inner shrine ...
... beauty together , -all come before me , bright , radiant , and distinct , even as when I first beheld them , mingling , alas ! faintly , with that first dream of affection , which , as a veil of seraphs , or cloud of the inner shrine ...
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... beauty , wooing us to its embrace . And the white bread , and brown bread , the cakes and the muffins - where , except in hospitable retired valleys like Bilsdale , can you sit down to enjoy- ment of fare like this ? Breakfast finished ...
... beauty , wooing us to its embrace . And the white bread , and brown bread , the cakes and the muffins - where , except in hospitable retired valleys like Bilsdale , can you sit down to enjoy- ment of fare like this ? Breakfast finished ...
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John Walker Ord. cheek that mocks the wild - rose for redness and beauty ? No dainty limbs there , treasured up on couches and ottomans , but the skin of that bosom is white as the driven snow , and that ancle peeping from the russet ...
John Walker Ord. cheek that mocks the wild - rose for redness and beauty ? No dainty limbs there , treasured up on couches and ottomans , but the skin of that bosom is white as the driven snow , and that ancle peeping from the russet ...
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Amburgh amidst ancient azure Bard beauteous beauty behold beneath breezes bright brow Bruchin Burns Cader Idris Castle charm cheer Childe Harold church CLEVELAND SKETCHES clouds dead deep delight dreams Dutch earth England Eston eyes fair feelings fish flowers forest gaze genius gentle glorious glory green groves Guisborough happy hath heart heaven hills human immortal Isaac Walton joyous Kirkleatham lady lassie linger lonely loveliness lovers magnificent majestic Marske morning mountain murmur nature never noble o'er ocean pleasant poet rapture Redcar repose rich Robert Burns rocks romantic Roseberry Topping round RURAL SKETCHES Sandsend scene scenery Scotland shade sight skies solitude song soul sound SOUTH WALES spirit splendour spring Stanghow stars Stokesley streams summit sweet tempests thee thine thou TOCKETTS towers town trees trout tumuli Tynemouth Upleatham vales village Wales walk wandering waves wealth whilst Whitby wild wind Windermere woods youth
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Страница 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.
Страница 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
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.