Pleasant Spots and Famous PlacesWilliam Tegg, 1862 - 288 páginas |
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... waves of shadow going over the wheat , " the field , the hedge , the wood , in all their exquisite variations , must be able to entrance him with their matchless beauty . The gentle burn rippling along over its smooth - pebbled bottom ...
... waves of shadow going over the wheat , " the field , the hedge , the wood , in all their exquisite variations , must be able to entrance him with their matchless beauty . The gentle burn rippling along over its smooth - pebbled bottom ...
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... waves into billows , which madly rolled against their pre- cipitous and rocky sides , covering them with foam , and falling back only to make a more boisterous and terrible attack on these strongholds of the earth , again to fall ...
... waves into billows , which madly rolled against their pre- cipitous and rocky sides , covering them with foam , and falling back only to make a more boisterous and terrible attack on these strongholds of the earth , again to fall ...
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... waves over which we were then sailing from their attractive summits . In all times , and in all moods , had we beheld them ; and in our heart of hearts registered a vow , that some day or other we would have a ramble over the Great ...
... waves over which we were then sailing from their attractive summits . In all times , and in all moods , had we beheld them ; and in our heart of hearts registered a vow , that some day or other we would have a ramble over the Great ...
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... waves into foam , and dash- ing it over the carriage , to the dread of some of its inmates . The driver , who was not in the best of humours at his late ride , whipped away at the horses , and we were in no vein to bid him spare ; so on ...
... waves into foam , and dash- ing it over the carriage , to the dread of some of its inmates . The driver , who was not in the best of humours at his late ride , whipped away at the horses , and we were in no vein to bid him spare ; so on ...
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... waves which they may not subdue . But to - day winds and waves are willing servants and blessed ministers of man ; and there below us the magnificent creatures spread their white wings to the mildly kissing breeze , and sweep o'er the ...
... waves which they may not subdue . But to - day winds and waves are willing servants and blessed ministers of man ; and there below us the magnificent creatures spread their white wings to the mildly kissing breeze , and sweep o'er the ...
Términos y frases comunes
admire adorned Anne Hathaway Appledore attractions Avon battle battle of Naseby beauty beneath Bideford blackberries 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 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 summit sweet things thought tint tion Torridge tower town trees village walk Warwickshire waters waves wild wind wonderful wood
Pasajes populares
Página 268 - Triumph, my Britain! Thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Página 45 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and from my friends, be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us, indifferent and unmoved, over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among...
Página 28 - tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Página 18 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 22 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be...
Página 18 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Página 270 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument. For whilst to th...
Página 267 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Página 29 - ... rest. No words that I know of will say what these mosses are. None are delicate enough, none perfect enough, none rich enough. How is one to tell of the rounded bosses of furred and beaming green, the starred divisions of rubied bloom...
Página 268 - Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter Nature be, His art doth give the fashion. And that he Who casts to write a living line must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...