The Recreations of Christopher North [pseud.]: Complete in One VolumePhillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 307 strán (strany) |
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Strana 8
... thing as we sportsman . Proud , were she to see the sight , know , to borrow a dog about the time the sun would be the " mother that bore him ; " the has reached his meridian , on the First Day of heart of that old sportsman , his daddy ...
... thing as we sportsman . Proud , were she to see the sight , know , to borrow a dog about the time the sun would be the " mother that bore him ; " the has reached his meridian , on the First Day of heart of that old sportsman , his daddy ...
Strana 9
... thing— and hunting them is another - and shooting and hunting , though they may be united , are here treated separately ; so , in the present case , the cat makes her escape . But get her watch- tattered remains of Tortoise - shell ...
... thing— and hunting them is another - and shooting and hunting , though they may be united , are here treated separately ; so , in the present case , the cat makes her escape . But get her watch- tattered remains of Tortoise - shell ...
Strana 12
... thing else but the way to his mouth , cannot be called an ignorant man -- is probably a better - informed man in the long run than the friend on his right , discoursing about the Turks , the Greeks , the Portugals , and all that sort of ...
... thing else but the way to his mouth , cannot be called an ignorant man -- is probably a better - informed man in the long run than the friend on his right , discoursing about the Turks , the Greeks , the Portugals , and all that sort of ...
Strana 13
... thing is impossible - so we are all on foot - and the fleetest keeper that ever footed it in Scotland shall not in a run of three miles give us sixty yards . " Ha ! Peter the wild boy , how are you off for wind ? " — we exult - pretty ...
... thing is impossible - so we are all on foot - and the fleetest keeper that ever footed it in Scotland shall not in a run of three miles give us sixty yards . " Ha ! Peter the wild boy , how are you off for wind ? " — we exult - pretty ...
Strana 14
... thing more than a slow heavy hand - gallop at the best , the barbs being up to the belly at every stroke ? They are always , it is said , in high condition - but we , who know something about horse - flesh , give that assertion the lie ...
... thing more than a slow heavy hand - gallop at the best , the barbs being up to the belly at every stroke ? They are always , it is said , in high condition - but we , who know something about horse - flesh , give that assertion the lie ...
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Strana 136 - That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't ? Live you ? or are you aught That man may question ? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. — You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Strana 198 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Strana 161 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Strana 297 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Strana 88 - Lo ! where the stripling, wrapt in wonder, roves Beneath the precipice o'erhung with pine ; And sees, on high, amidst th' encircling groves, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrents shine: While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, And echo swells the chorus to the skies. Would Edwin this majestic scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies ? Ah ! no : he better knows great Nature's charms to prize.
Strana 293 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Strana 185 - Whatever is great, desirable, or tremendous, is comprised in the name of the Supreme Being. Omnipotence cannot be exalted; Infinity cannot be amplified; Perfection cannot be improved.
Strana 191 - So still an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, and looked so beautiful Amid the uneasy thoughts which filled my mind...
Strana 191 - My Friend ! enough to sorrow you have given, The purposes of wisdom ask no more ; Be wise and cheerful ; and no longer read The forms of things with an unworthy eye. She sleeps in the calm earth, and peace is here.
Strana 109 - Bear me to the heart of France Is the longing of the shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling field! Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed with lance and sword, To his ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the flock of war!