Scenes and Tales of Country Life: With Recollections of Natural HistoryJohn Murray, 1844 - 399 sivua |
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Sivu 277
... Vicars of the place ; Of most , all mention , memory , thought , are past But take a slight memorial of the last . CRABBE . FEW counties in England have produced more celebrated men , or more beautiful women , than that of Devonshire ...
... Vicars of the place ; Of most , all mention , memory , thought , are past But take a slight memorial of the last . CRABBE . FEW counties in England have produced more celebrated men , or more beautiful women , than that of Devonshire ...
Sivu 279
... Vicar appre- ciated the charms of such a retirement , and such a country , was sufficiently evident . He had found out the secret , that to be happy ourselves we must make others so ; and he acted upon it on all occa- sions . He was ...
... Vicar appre- ciated the charms of such a retirement , and such a country , was sufficiently evident . He had found out the secret , that to be happy ourselves we must make others so ; and he acted upon it on all occa- sions . He was ...
Sivu 280
... Vicar with all his parishioners . In the pulpit he rivetted attention by the simplicity of his sermons , and the benevolence which he incul- cated ; Mild were his doctrines , and not one discourse But gain'd in softness what it lost in ...
... Vicar with all his parishioners . In the pulpit he rivetted attention by the simplicity of his sermons , and the benevolence which he incul- cated ; Mild were his doctrines , and not one discourse But gain'd in softness what it lost in ...
Sivu 281
... Vicar looked at her with the utmost affection ; and while he patted her cheek , replied " That , Lucy , depends on the way in which you handle the landing net ; for you know how many fish you have lost me by being a little awkward ...
... Vicar looked at her with the utmost affection ; and while he patted her cheek , replied " That , Lucy , depends on the way in which you handle the landing net ; for you know how many fish you have lost me by being a little awkward ...
Sivu 282
... Vicar succeeded in hooking one . As he was drawing it towards the side of the river , Lucy might be seen on her knees at the edge of the bank with the landing - net in her hand , waiting in all anxiety and eagerness to secure the prize ...
... Vicar succeeded in hooking one . As he was drawing it towards the side of the river , Lucy might be seen on her knees at the edge of the bank with the landing - net in her hand , waiting in all anxiety and eagerness to secure the prize ...
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Sivu 48 - There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner...
Sivu 288 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Sivu 172 - Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects
Sivu 88 - THERE are no colours in the fairest sky So fair as these. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Sivu 100 - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell, Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Sivu 19 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Sivu 240 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Sivu 238 - O NIGHTINGALE that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.
Sivu 247 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Sivu 243 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my State with kings.