Rural sketches and poems, chiefly relating to ClevelandSimpkin & Marshall; Edinburgh, W. Tait; Stokesley, W. Braithwaite, Press, 1845 - 80 страници |
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... reach , after a sojourn of two miles , the pleasant and delightful village of Kirby . Kirby reminds us strongly of Upleatham ( al- lowing for the difference of site , ) and has every appear- ance of comfort and domestic happiness . The ...
... reach , after a sojourn of two miles , the pleasant and delightful village of Kirby . Kirby reminds us strongly of Upleatham ( al- lowing for the difference of site , ) and has every appear- ance of comfort and domestic happiness . The ...
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... reach the towering mountains stretch to the heavens , the numerous woods and groves of pine and oak creep up almost to their summits , save here and there huge fissures in the rock , remnants , per- chance , of the ravages of the Deluge ...
... reach the towering mountains stretch to the heavens , the numerous woods and groves of pine and oak creep up almost to their summits , save here and there huge fissures in the rock , remnants , per- chance , of the ravages of the Deluge ...
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... reach Chop Yat , or Gate , the metropolis of Bilsdale , possessing two inns , a blacksmith's shop , and altogether about fifteen or twenty houses . At good Michael Johnstones we have appointed our rendezvous with old Ward , the most ...
... reach Chop Yat , or Gate , the metropolis of Bilsdale , possessing two inns , a blacksmith's shop , and altogether about fifteen or twenty houses . At good Michael Johnstones we have appointed our rendezvous with old Ward , the most ...
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... reach us here , so deep is the covering of green leaves , -the clouds cannot spread their shadows in so dense a foliage , —not even the heavy thunder shower can penetrate this most glorious of Nature's umbrellas , the huge old sycamore ...
... reach us here , so deep is the covering of green leaves , -the clouds cannot spread their shadows in so dense a foliage , —not even the heavy thunder shower can penetrate this most glorious of Nature's umbrellas , the huge old sycamore ...
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... reach , is one extensive scene of sterile and barren wilderness . Not a single house , farm , or cottage , relieves the dismal silence and not one human being is seen through all that soli- tude . The only sounds that salute the ear ...
... reach , is one extensive scene of sterile and barren wilderness . Not a single house , farm , or cottage , relieves the dismal silence and not one human being is seen through all that soli- tude . The only sounds that salute the ear ...
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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 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...
Страница 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...
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.