Rambles & ReveriesSimpkin, Marshall, 1872 - 228 Seiten |
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... round the summer sky ; There eke the soft delights that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast , And the calm pleasures ever hover'd nigh ; But whate'er smack'd of ' noyance or unrest , Was far , far off from this ...
... round the summer sky ; There eke the soft delights that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast , And the calm pleasures ever hover'd nigh ; But whate'er smack'd of ' noyance or unrest , Was far , far off from this ...
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... round like a moat of quiet beauty , as if to protect it from intrusion ; and as one approaches the place a drowsy stillness deepens upon the scene at every footstep . A general hush pervades the air ; and as the wind comes nigh , it ...
... round like a moat of quiet beauty , as if to protect it from intrusion ; and as one approaches the place a drowsy stillness deepens upon the scene at every footstep . A general hush pervades the air ; and as the wind comes nigh , it ...
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... round , and lean against the walls , here and there , and then fall fast asleep , one after another , as if their sole business was to fan the repose of the old town , and sweeten its quiet streets with the odours of spring , and then ...
... round , and lean against the walls , here and there , and then fall fast asleep , one after another , as if their sole business was to fan the repose of the old town , and sweeten its quiet streets with the odours of spring , and then ...
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... who was evidently too fat and too easy - minded to run far , especially with any furious purpose . The dog thought so too ; for as soon as it had got out of slinging- * * * distance , it turned round and barked An Old Nest .
... who was evidently too fat and too easy - minded to run far , especially with any furious purpose . The dog thought so too ; for as soon as it had got out of slinging- * * * distance , it turned round and barked An Old Nest .
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Edwin Waugh. * * * distance , it turned round and barked in his face with a visible relish of the fun of the thing ; whilst the butcher stood still at his own threshold , wiping away the dew from his not - too - solid flesh - for he was ...
Edwin Waugh. * * * distance , it turned round and barked in his face with a visible relish of the fun of the thing ; whilst the butcher stood still at his own threshold , wiping away the dew from his not - too - solid flesh - for he was ...
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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.