Rural SketchesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 384 страница |
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... leave it to the hearts of my readers to reply . How much do I pity the ignorance of those who have beaten their ... leaving my readers to draw their own inference from my limited experience , and only ad- vancing such facts as bear upon ...
... leave it to the hearts of my readers to reply . How much do I pity the ignorance of those who have beaten their ... leaving my readers to draw their own inference from my limited experience , and only ad- vancing such facts as bear upon ...
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... could conjure up the mighty dead , and people the green hills with departed forms - could hear Homer's voice in the storm , and catch the sweet whis- perings of Shakspeare in the low rustling of the leaves 28 RURAL SKETCHES .
... could conjure up the mighty dead , and people the green hills with departed forms - could hear Homer's voice in the storm , and catch the sweet whis- perings of Shakspeare in the low rustling of the leaves 28 RURAL SKETCHES .
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Thomas Miller. perings of Shakspeare in the low rustling of the leaves . I was like a child turned loose into a field covered with flowers , who runs hither and thither with outstretched arms in wild delight , then throws himself down ...
Thomas Miller. perings of Shakspeare in the low rustling of the leaves . I was like a child turned loose into a field covered with flowers , who runs hither and thither with outstretched arms in wild delight , then throws himself down ...
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... leave our native home , or there are many events linked with the change . Many remembered scenes and familiar faces pass through the mind while it is in such a state of contem- plation . We seem to live over again the past scenes of our ...
... leave our native home , or there are many events linked with the change . Many remembered scenes and familiar faces pass through the mind while it is in such a state of contem- plation . We seem to live over again the past scenes of our ...
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... this splendid misery ; they rush to fashion in fifties , and leave true friendship to brood over his own hearth alone . Those who have a kindred feel- A ing with each other are dispersed in these assemblies 34 RURAL SKETCHES .
... this splendid misery ; they rush to fashion in fifties , and leave true friendship to brood over his own hearth alone . Those who have a kindred feel- A ing with each other are dispersed in these assemblies 34 RURAL SKETCHES .
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Abraham Clark amid arms beautiful Bell birds Bonny bosom bough cold colour dark dead death deep doth earth England's Helicon exclaimed eyes face fair fancy farmer father feel feet fell flowers forest gaze give Grab grandad grave green hand head heard heart heaven hills horses hour hung Jack Straw John Justice leave lips live lonely island look merry Michael Drayton mind morning mother murmuring neighbouring never Nicholas Breton night old English old Justice once passed pipe poetry poor river River Trent Robin Hood rural Saxilby scenes seemed seen Shakspeare shepherd shillings silent singing slumber smile song sound stood stream summer summer queen sunshine sweet tears thee things Thomas Lodge thou thought Tom Otter trees turned village voice walk wandered wild William Browne wind wood young
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Страница 281 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard - I saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
Страница 103 - Fear no more the frown o' the 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.
Страница 296 - Now let them drink till they nod and wink, Even as good fellows should do ; They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to ; And all poor souls that have...
Страница 305 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contained no tomb, — And glowing into day...
Страница 351 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Teru, teru ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ' None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Страница 116 - Fidele's grassy tomb, Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom. And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here. And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew : The female fays shall haunt the green. And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
Страница 131 - Good Heaven ! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, That called them from their native walks away ! When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
Страница 116 - midst the chase, on every plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell ; Each lonely scene shall thee restore ; For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
Страница 362 - White as the sun, fair as the lily, Heigh ho, how I do love thee ! I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams ; How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, That in thy sweets all sweets encloses...
Страница 187 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...