Rural sketches and poems, chiefly relating to ClevelandSimpkin & Marshall; Edinburgh, W. Tait; Stokesley, W. Braithwaite, Press, 1845 - 80 páginas |
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... repose on the banks of some pleasant brook , and half in dream , half in vision , lapsed to that gentle mood by the murmur of the waters , and the loveliness of the landscape , to gaze on the soft fleeced clouds as they float across the ...
... repose on the banks of some pleasant brook , and half in dream , half in vision , lapsed to that gentle mood by the murmur of the waters , and the loveliness of the landscape , to gaze on the soft fleeced clouds as they float across the ...
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... repose here on the grassy sward , and view the shaded landscape around . Not far will the gaze carry us for the channel of the brook soon becomes deep and concealed , and ere long we shall course our way amid beetling rocks , and the ...
... repose here on the grassy sward , and view the shaded landscape around . Not far will the gaze carry us for the channel of the brook soon becomes deep and concealed , and ere long we shall course our way amid beetling rocks , and the ...
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... repose of love - the ploughman whistles gaily as he advances to his daily task " along the mountain side " -the snowy lambs , already advancing beyond their earlier pranks and games , bleat plaintively amongst the distant copses , and ...
... repose of love - the ploughman whistles gaily as he advances to his daily task " along the mountain side " -the snowy lambs , already advancing beyond their earlier pranks and games , bleat plaintively amongst the distant copses , and ...
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... repose and delight ; -and , perhaps , it is all these . They do love each other , and they shew it like Paddy at Donnybrook fair , by quarrelling heartily - their olive branch of peace , the shillelah ! Oh ! how fond they are of law ...
... repose and delight ; -and , perhaps , it is all these . They do love each other , and they shew it like Paddy at Donnybrook fair , by quarrelling heartily - their olive branch of peace , the shillelah ! Oh ! how fond they are of law ...
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... repose ' mid the roar of the streams , Their glens of black umbrage by cataracts riven , But calm their blue tops in the beauty of Heaven . Here , the glory of Nature hath nothing to fear Though Time , the destroyer , in power hath been ...
... repose ' mid the roar of the streams , Their glens of black umbrage by cataracts riven , But calm their blue tops in the beauty of Heaven . Here , the glory of Nature hath nothing to fear Though Time , the destroyer , in power hath been ...
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Página 103 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Página 53 - ... hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did...
Página 161 - And Boaz said unto her, At mealtime come thou hither, and eat of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar. And she sat beside the reapers: and he reached her parched corn, and she did eat, and was sufficed, and left.
Página 183 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Página 185 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 67 - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier; but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
Página 73 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.