Baily's magazine of sports and pastimes, Bände 11-121866 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Admiral Rous amusement animal Baily balls better blood bowled Cambridge Cambridgeshire Captain chase Club colt course cricket Danebury Derby dine dinner Doncaster Duke E. M. Grace Eleven England English Eton fact favourite field fox-hunting France French gallop gentlemen Grand ground hand head honour horse Hôtel hounds hour hunting huntsman Jem Mason jockey John kennel killed ladies Leicestershire London look Lord Glasgow Lord Lyon Lord's mare Marquis Master Master of Hounds match Meeting miles minutes never Newmarket night once owner Oxford pack Paris played present Prince Pytchley Quorn race readers Rickling Green rider riding Royal scent scored season seen shooting side sire sport sportsman Stakes steeple-chase Stoford stud Surrey thing took Turf turned V. E. Walker whilst wickets winning Wood XII.-NO young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 115 - Why shouldst thou, but for some felonious end, In thy dark lantern thus close up the stars, That Nature hung in heaven, and...
Seite 133 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Seite 123 - All that at home no more can beg or steal, Or like a gibbet better than a wheel...
Seite 6 - There, on a slope of orchard. Francis laid A damask napkin wrought with horse and hound, Brought out a dusky loaf that smelt of home, And, half-cut-down, a pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied...
Seite 181 - And up and down the long canals they go, And under the Rialto shoot along, By night and day, all paces, swift or slow, And round the theatres, a sable throng, They wait in their dusk livery of woe ; But not to them do...
Seite 133 - Hark ! how the sacred calm, that breathes around, Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease ; In still small accents whispering from the ground, A grateful earnest of eternal peace.
Seite 7 - FILL the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame Ne'er so swiftly passes, As when through the frame It shoots from brimming glasses. Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle.
Seite 118 - But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: While man, vain insect!
Seite 281 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet, For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal.
Seite 291 - Away, away, my steed and I, Upon the pinions of the wind, All human dwellings left behind ; We sped like meteors through the sky...