Rambles & ReveriesSimpkin, Marshall, 1872 - 228 Seiten |
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... lonely distinctness among the quiet houses , as if there was nothing astir in all Beverley , except ourselves . It looked like riding through a dream ; and as I peeped out , on this side and that , to see what the place was like , here ...
... lonely distinctness among the quiet houses , as if there was nothing astir in all Beverley , except ourselves . It looked like riding through a dream ; and as I peeped out , on this side and that , to see what the place was like , here ...
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... lonely moors , but a fine old church , when there is no stir of human sound within , has a solemn beauty all its own . It is one of the grandest , gravest , loveliest places in all the world . Speech seems an intrusion in the awe ...
... lonely moors , but a fine old church , when there is no stir of human sound within , has a solemn beauty all its own . It is one of the grandest , gravest , loveliest places in all the world . Speech seems an intrusion in the awe ...
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... lonely sea - was silent and still , and clear and fresh , as if it was the first morning of a new - created world . * * * As I crept softly down stairs , for fear of awaking the household , the cheerful aroma of hot coffee met me half ...
... lonely sea - was silent and still , and clear and fresh , as if it was the first morning of a new - created world . * * * As I crept softly down stairs , for fear of awaking the household , the cheerful aroma of hot coffee met me half ...
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... lonely corner of Ireland , within sight of the Donegal mountains ; and there it folded its wings and was at rest . The thought of " Dalriada's wild ro- mantic shore " filled my mind with pleasant memories , and before many days were ...
... lonely corner of Ireland , within sight of the Donegal mountains ; and there it folded its wings and was at rest . The thought of " Dalriada's wild ro- mantic shore " filled my mind with pleasant memories , and before many days were ...
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... lonely dells , and the wild footpaths that wandered about the green land - everything in nature was dear to my memory ; for , inly moved by a strange tenderness , I had often watched the soft purple twilight sink down upon that ...
... lonely dells , and the wild footpaths that wandered about the green land - everything in nature was dear to my memory ; for , inly moved by a strange tenderness , I had often watched the soft purple twilight sink down upon that ...
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amongst ancient Antrim Ballycastle basaltic battle of Brunanburh beauty began Belfast Beverley Beverley Minster boat boatmen Bushmills called Cambria castle Charlie Weir Church Bay coast cold cottage crag cried dark Derry door Dunluce Dunluce Castle feet fiddler fish flowers forest Forest of Rossendale gazing Giant's Causeway green hand headlands heart hills hour Ireland Irish island Isle of Rathlin John of Beverley kind Lancashire land landlord lonely look lounging May-pole miles mind Minster morning nature never night nook ocean old Archy poor Port Portrush quiet replied road rock Rossendale round ruins scene Scotland seemed shore side sight Silverdale sing song spot stands stood strange streets summer there's thing thou tide Todmorden town turf use't village walls wandering waves wild wind window wreck
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Seite 15 - When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.
Seite 15 - When I read the several dates of the tombs, of* some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.
Seite 20 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...
Seite 15 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Seite 15 - When I am in a serious humour, I very often walk by myself in Westminster Abbey; where the gloominess of the place, and the use to which it is applied, with the solemnity of the building, and the condition of the people who lie in it, are apt to fill the mind with a kind of melancholy, or rather thoughtfulness, that is not disagreeable.
Seite 96 - Hesperus ! thou bringest all good things — Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer, To the young bird the parent's brooding wings, The welcome stall to the...
Seite 23 - When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
Seite 76 - In the month of May, namely, on May-day in the morning, every man, except impediment, would walk into the sweet meadows and green woods, there to rejoice their spirits with the beauty and savour of sweet flowers, and with the harmony of birds, praising God in their kind...
Seite 20 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white ; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go...
Seite 25 - Which I've worn for three-score years and ten, On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again: But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare to-day May become everlasting to-morrow.