Pictures of Country Life: And Summer Rambles in Green and Shady PlacesD. Bogue, 1847 - Počet stran: 363 |
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... heard , although its owner may not possess a rood of land . Punch has , since that period , been transformed from the old street blackguard on the green - baize forum , into a wise staid gentleman , respectable to his very hump , and ...
... heard , although its owner may not possess a rood of land . Punch has , since that period , been transformed from the old street blackguard on the green - baize forum , into a wise staid gentleman , respectable to his very hump , and ...
Strana 14
... heard ? Who would wish to be the last man left upon a fast - sinking wreck , in the midst of a mastless - sea , and not wish that he was one of the drowned ? The great poets , in the midst of all their mighty imaginings , when they ...
... heard ? Who would wish to be the last man left upon a fast - sinking wreck , in the midst of a mastless - sea , and not wish that he was one of the drowned ? The great poets , in the midst of all their mighty imaginings , when they ...
Strana 18
... heard may have been uttered with loud acclaim , and all heaven rung with re- joicings as their entry was announced . To know such as these , may be one of those lasting delights reserved for our future happiness— “ to draw near the ...
... heard may have been uttered with loud acclaim , and all heaven rung with re- joicings as their entry was announced . To know such as these , may be one of those lasting delights reserved for our future happiness— “ to draw near the ...
Strana 26
... heard her own soft voice utter it , in tones surpassing the music of the sweetest silver bells . Thanks to the hand that planted that grave with roses , it brought back Shakspere and Viola . Nor could we forget the stately Katherine ...
... heard her own soft voice utter it , in tones surpassing the music of the sweetest silver bells . Thanks to the hand that planted that grave with roses , it brought back Shakspere and Viola . Nor could we forget the stately Katherine ...
Strana 27
... heard that cave - echoed chorus bidding the dead , " Fear no more the lightning flash , Nor the all - dreaded thunder - stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash , Thou hast suffered joy and moan , All lovers young , all lovers must ...
... heard that cave - echoed chorus bidding the dead , " Fear no more the lightning flash , Nor the all - dreaded thunder - stone ; Fear not slander , censure rash , Thou hast suffered joy and moan , All lovers young , all lovers must ...
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amid amongst ancient beautiful Beckenham beneath beside blow boughs buried Burrows butcher called child cold cottage dark dead death deep earth Eltham Palace eyes face fancy farmer feel fields flowers forest gamekeeper garden gathered gipsy gold grave green grey old ash ground hand hanging head heard heart heaven hedge Heron hill hour Hubert Jael Lady Morton land lane light living look man-trap manor-house Mark Middleton merry merry England miles morning murder neighbouring never night old ash tree once osiers passed Penge Common poacher poor prison river river Trent road ruins Saint Saxby scene seemed seen shadow shadow waved Shakspere sheep sheep-shearing silent Skellingthorpe solemn sound spot stood stretched summer sunshine sweet tell thou thought toll-gate turned village voice walk whilst wife wild wind Winter's Tale woman woods young
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Strana 27 - ... great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 6 - ... bury me with my fathers in the cave that is in the field of Ephron the Hittite, in the cave that is in the field of Machpelah, which is before Mamre, in the land of Canaan, which Abraham bought with the field of Ephron the Hittite for a possession of a buryingplace. There they buried Abraham and Sarah his wife ; there they buried Isaac and Rebekah his wife ; and there I buried Leah.
Strana 24 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Strana 101 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade...
Strana 56 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Strana 203 - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night: And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying: Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.
Strana 258 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end...
Strana 18 - Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time...
Strana 266 - He drains the pump, from him the fagot burns ; From him the noisy hogs demand their food ; While at his heels run many a chirping brood, Or down his path in expectation stand, With equal claims upon his strewing hand. Thus wastes the morn, till each with pleasure sees The bustle o'er, and press'd the new-made cheese.
Strana 124 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.