Pleasant Spots and Famous PlacesWilliam Tegg, 1862 - 288 страница |
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... living . We are too careful about the coming to enjoy the flying moment . " We look before and after , and sigh for what is not ; " and though the Divine One told us to con- sider the lilies of the field , and how , although they toil ...
... living . We are too careful about the coming to enjoy the flying moment . " We look before and after , and sigh for what is not ; " and though the Divine One told us to con- sider the lilies of the field , and how , although they toil ...
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... living pictures their pages contain of their wonders , their glories , and their grandeur ! And if you have children with you , you must not omit the immortal tale of the Children in the Wood , and the tender care of the robins in their ...
... living pictures their pages contain of their wonders , their glories , and their grandeur ! And if you have children with you , you must not omit the immortal tale of the Children in the Wood , and the tender care of the robins in their ...
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... living in the place ; and there the House stood , grand in its loneliness , beautiful in its quietude . Entirely buried , as it were , from intrusion , it lies in a little hollow , hidden by trees and hills ; and , although not far from ...
... living in the place ; and there the House stood , grand in its loneliness , beautiful in its quietude . Entirely buried , as it were , from intrusion , it lies in a little hollow , hidden by trees and hills ; and , although not far from ...
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... - clustering trees , and came suddenly upon the old moated grange we had come so far to see . All seemed dark , deserted , solemn . Not a sound was A little bridge heard , not a living being to 56 PLEASANT SPOTS AND FAMOUS PLACES .
... - clustering trees , and came suddenly upon the old moated grange we had come so far to see . All seemed dark , deserted , solemn . Not a sound was A little bridge heard , not a living being to 56 PLEASANT SPOTS AND FAMOUS PLACES .
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John Alfred Langford. A little bridge heard , not a living being to be seen . over a moat led us to a door ; but repeated knock- ings brought no response . Returning to our path , we passed through an old - fashioned garden , and found ...
John Alfred Langford. A little bridge heard , not a living being to be seen . over a moat led us to a door ; but repeated knock- ings brought no response . Returning to our path , we passed through an old - fashioned garden , and found ...
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admire adorned Anne Hathaway Appledore archæologists attractions Avon battle battle of Naseby beauty beneath Bideford Boscobel Boscobel House Braunton bridge bright Buckland Brewer Castle charm church Clent Hills climb Clovelly dale delight Derbyshire Edale Edgehill Edward Hatch enjoy famous favourite feelings fields flowers gaze gentle glorious glory grace grass green heart hills Holyhead honour Kineton King labour land lane leaves Leigh Woods light Llandudno look loveliness magnificent memory miles monument nature never night noble once pass pause picture picturesque pleasant pleasure poet quaint rain ramble rambler reached rich Richard Penderel river road rock round Roundhead ruins scene scenery Shakspere side sight singing solemn song specimens spot stone sweet things thought tint tion Torridge tower town trees village walk Warwickshire waters waves wild wind wonderful wood
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