Pictures of Country Life: And Summer Rambles in Green and Shady PlacesD. Bogue, 1847 - 363 pages |
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... boughs far out over the river , and making cool and sunless ( saving the chequer- ing gold that shines through the network of the leaves ) as delightful a walk , as may be found along the many miles of embanked and winding paths that ...
... boughs far out over the river , and making cool and sunless ( saving the chequer- ing gold that shines through the network of the leaves ) as delightful a walk , as may be found along the many miles of embanked and winding paths that ...
Page 45
... boughs— " in such a night , Swearing we loved you well , We stole your souls with many vows of faith , And ne'er a true one . " - SHAKSPERE . Forgive us , if we slighted the old legend of love , and doubted the deeds of the foul fiend ...
... boughs— " in such a night , Swearing we loved you well , We stole your souls with many vows of faith , And ne'er a true one . " - SHAKSPERE . Forgive us , if we slighted the old legend of love , and doubted the deeds of the foul fiend ...
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... boughs of a noble tree ! Look , how the rustic staircase goes winding up from branch to branch ! More ancient cottages : the very style of their rude architecture tells that they have stood at least two or three centuries . What changes ...
... boughs of a noble tree ! Look , how the rustic staircase goes winding up from branch to branch ! More ancient cottages : the very style of their rude architecture tells that they have stood at least two or three centuries . What changes ...
Page 87
... boughs you might see : And the raven , as he was roosted on high , Like a huge black blot on the moon seemed to lie , As she shone through the boughs of the grey old ash tree ! They reached the bridge , and the old man paused , For a ...
... boughs you might see : And the raven , as he was roosted on high , Like a huge black blot on the moon seemed to lie , As she shone through the boughs of the grey old ash tree ! They reached the bridge , and the old man paused , For a ...
Page 88
... boughs on the grey old ash tree ! " What art thou , " the old man trembling said , " Who dost read the thoughts unuttered by me ? " " Turn round thine head ! " the shadow replied ; " ' Tis twenty - one years to - night since I died ...
... boughs on the grey old ash tree ! " What art thou , " the old man trembling said , " Who dost read the thoughts unuttered by me ? " " Turn round thine head ! " the shadow replied ; " ' Tis twenty - one years to - night since I died ...
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Page 27 - ... great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 6 - ... bury me with my fathers in the cave that is in the field of Ephron the Hittite, in the cave that is in the field of Machpelah, which is before Mamre, in the land of Canaan, which Abraham bought with the field of Ephron the Hittite for a possession of a buryingplace. There they buried Abraham and Sarah his wife ; there they buried Isaac and Rebekah his wife ; and there I buried Leah.
Page 24 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 101 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade...
Page 56 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Page 203 - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night: And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying: Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.
Page 258 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murthers have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end...
Page 18 - Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time...
Page 266 - He drains the pump, from him the fagot burns ; From him the noisy hogs demand their food ; While at his heels run many a chirping brood, Or down his path in expectation stand, With equal claims upon his strewing hand. Thus wastes the morn, till each with pleasure sees The bustle o'er, and press'd the new-made cheese.
Page 124 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.