The Sparrowgrass Papers: Or, Living in the CountryDerby & Jackson, 1856 - Всего страниц: 328 |
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... passing over far - off landscapes , and as the light - winged breeze comes sweeping up and you feel the approaching dampness , there is a freshness and fragrance in it which is not at all like the miasmatic exhalations of a great city ...
... passing over far - off landscapes , and as the light - winged breeze comes sweeping up and you feel the approaching dampness , there is a freshness and fragrance in it which is not at all like the miasmatic exhalations of a great city ...
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... passing from poverty to affluence , and there is an- other , evidently on the wrong track , stretching away from the light of prosperity into the gloom of misfortune . I do not love the country less because of her teachings by these ...
... passing from poverty to affluence , and there is an- other , evidently on the wrong track , stretching away from the light of prosperity into the gloom of misfortune . I do not love the country less because of her teachings by these ...
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... passing by , it soon became a personal matter be- tween two of us . Accordingly , I asked him to step aside , which he did , when I at once hired him to lead the filly to the ferry . Once on a country road , I was at home in the saddle ...
... passing by , it soon became a personal matter be- tween two of us . Accordingly , I asked him to step aside , which he did , when I at once hired him to lead the filly to the ferry . Once on a country road , I was at home in the saddle ...
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... passing ships . From the time the blue land hove in sight , the inevitable check - cloth cap , and fine intelligent countenance had been turned shorewards , from the bowsprit . Never once had that eager gaze been diverted from the land ...
... passing ships . From the time the blue land hove in sight , the inevitable check - cloth cap , and fine intelligent countenance had been turned shorewards , from the bowsprit . Never once had that eager gaze been diverted from the land ...
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... passing in that young mind while the artist was saying this , in a plain matter - of - fact way ? What terrible thoughts were being balanced there ? What years of blinding toil , to earn even a pittance for daily support , with no hope ...
... passing in that young mind while the artist was saying this , in a plain matter - of - fact way ? What terrible thoughts were being balanced there ? What years of blinding toil , to earn even a pittance for daily support , with no hope ...
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Стр. 83 - Here are sweet peas, on tip-toe for a flight: With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Стр. 35 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 67 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Стр. 38 - But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Стр. 246 - To one who has been long in city pent, "Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,— to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, — an eye...
Стр. 59 - Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood ! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel Your love, and recompense the boon with mine ; If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even, With sunset and its gorgeous ministers, And solemn midnight's tingling silentness ; If autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood, And winter robing with pure snow and crowns Of starry ice the grey grass and bare boughs...
Стр. 141 - I was pleased with the exploit, but after a few minutes was seized with horror, as having in a sportive way killed an innocent creature while she was careful for her young. I beheld her lying dead and thought those young ones for which she was so careful must now perish for want of their dam to nourish them...
Стр. 102 - Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud : anon she shook her head, And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee...
Стр. 197 - LORD, how manifold are thy works: in wisdom hast thou made them all ; the earth is full of thy riches.
Стр. 102 - The hard condition, but that she would loose The people; therefore, as they loved her well, From then till noon no foot should pace the street, No eye look down, she passing, but that all Should keep within, door shut, and window barr'd. Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt, The grim Earl's gift; but ever at a breath She linger'd, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud.