The Sparrowgrass Papers: Or, Living in the CountryDerby & Jackson, 1856 - Всего страниц: 328 |
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... 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 . Then , when the rain does come it is not ...
... 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 . Then , when the rain does come it is not ...
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... breeze prattled through the chestnuts , and whitened the poplars . Then it subsided . Then the white cloud above appeared a tangle of dazzling light , A THUNDER - SHOWER . 33 and a sharp fusilade 32 SPARROWGRASS PAPERS .
... breeze prattled through the chestnuts , and whitened the poplars . Then it subsided . Then the white cloud above appeared a tangle of dazzling light , A THUNDER - SHOWER . 33 and a sharp fusilade 32 SPARROWGRASS PAPERS .
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... light that played through the rolling clouds . The river beforo us , flecked with snow , stretched away to the north , where it lay partly in sunshine , under a blue sky , dappled with fleecy vapors . Inland , the trees were twisted in ...
... light that played through the rolling clouds . The river beforo us , flecked with snow , stretched away to the north , where it lay partly in sunshine , under a blue sky , dappled with fleecy vapors . Inland , the trees were twisted in ...
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... light shakes across the lakes , And the wild cataract breaks in glory . Blow , bugle , blow ! set the wild echoes flying ! Blow , bugle ! answer echoes , dying , dying , dying ! I have bought me a bugle . thing to have in the country ...
... light shakes across the lakes , And the wild cataract breaks in glory . Blow , bugle , blow ! set the wild echoes flying ! Blow , bugle ! answer echoes , dying , dying , dying ! I have bought me a bugle . thing to have in the country ...
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... lights to make your eyes ache - no patent - leather to make your feet ache - no fashionable follies to make your heart ache - and no overheated , ill - ven- tilated rooms , boned - turkies , game , ice - cream , Char- lotte Russe ...
... lights to make your eyes ache - no patent - leather to make your feet ache - no fashionable follies to make your heart ache - and no overheated , ill - ven- tilated rooms , boned - turkies , game , ice - cream , Char- lotte Russe ...
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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. 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. 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. 197 - LORD, how manifold are thy works: in wisdom hast thou made them all ; the earth is full of thy riches.
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. 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 wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Стр. 205 - The burning babe As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear; Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. Alas...
Стр. 249 - THE Spring is here — the delicate-footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers And with it comes a thirst to be away, Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours — A feeling that is like a sense of wings, Restless to soar above these perishing things.
Стр. 72 - It was not until he had roused up everybody around, broken in the basement door with an axe, gotten into the kitchen with his cursed savage dogs and shooting-iron, and seized me by the collar, that he recognized me — and then, he wanted me to explain it ! But what kind of an explanation could I make to him ? I told him he would have to wait until my mind was composed, and then I would let him understand the whole matter fully. But he never would have had the particulars from me, for I do not approve...