The book of the chronicles; or, Winter evening tales of Westmorland, Zväzok 1author, 1842 - 254 strán (strany) |
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admiration Appleby Barnard-Castle beauty blue Brough Brough Castle burning called Castle charms Chronicles Clipper Club daugh daughter deep delight door DOWELL Edward Waller eyes fancy father fire Galgate grace Hall hand hath head hear heart hills honour hour John Kendal kind Kirkby Lonsdale Kirkby Stephen knew known ladies Little-Town look Lord Lord Wharton Lowther Lucy Mallerstang master mind Miss Townley Moss-troopers mountains Muker Muse Ned's never night o'er parish Penrith pipe Poet poor Poser pride Ravenstonedale remark rich river Eden round scene Sedbergh side sing Slapham smile soon soul Soulby spirit Squire Stainmore STOBARS Stoutley Swaledale sweet tale taste tell thing think on thee Thomas thou thought Tommy Poser town vale village Waitby walk Warcop Westmorland wife William William Waller words worthy young youth
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Strana 64 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Strana 185 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise : Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him, or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Strana 213 - Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray ? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might, the majesty of Loveliness?
Strana 131 - Thy words, Creator, bounteous and benign, Giver of all things fair! but fairest this Of all thy gifts ! nor enviest. I now see Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself...
Strana 12 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Strana xi - Oh ! I would walk A weary journey, to the furthest verge Of the big world, to kiss that good man's hand, Who, in the blaze of wisdom and of art, Preserves a lowly mind ; and to his God, Feeling the sense of his own littleness, Is as a child in meek simplicity...
Strana 51 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Strana 1 - The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride. When thus Creation's charms around combine, Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine ? Say, should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom vain ? Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These little things are great to little man; And wiser he whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind.
Strana 37 - Thy half-writ scrolls all eaten by the moth : Arise, and sing that generous imp of fame, Who with the sons of softness nobly wroth, To sweep away this human lumber came, Or in a chosen few to rouse the slumbering flame.
Strana 26 - Whate'er she in th' ethereal round contains, Whate'er she hides beneath her verdant floor, The vegetable and the mineral reigns ; Or else he...