The Recreations of Christopher North [pseud.].Carey & Hart, 1852 - 307 strán (strany) |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 100.
Strana 8
... hears the whir shaking the dew- drops from the broom on the brae - and first one bird , and then another , and then ... hear himself , without having attended to his points , enclosed in a whirring covey . He is still duly taken between ...
... hears the whir shaking the dew- drops from the broom on the brae - and first one bird , and then another , and then ... hear himself , without having attended to his points , enclosed in a whirring covey . He is still duly taken between ...
Strana 9
... hear of it on the deafest side of his head - ay , even if she have to break in upon him sitting on Saturday night , getting aff by rote his fushionless sermon , in his ain study . Now , gentle reader , again observe , that though we ...
... hear of it on the deafest side of his head - ay , even if she have to break in upon him sitting on Saturday night , getting aff by rote his fushionless sermon , in his ain study . Now , gentle reader , again observe , that though we ...
Strana 16
... hear now the yell of an old woman in black bonnet and red cloak , who shook her staff at us like a witch , with the blood running down the furrows of her face , and with many oaths maintained that she was murdered . The " Lang Gun " had ...
... hear now the yell of an old woman in black bonnet and red cloak , who shook her staff at us like a witch , with the blood running down the furrows of her face , and with many oaths maintained that she was murdered . The " Lang Gun " had ...
Strana 18
... hear our heart beating quick time in the desert ; at the turn- ing of his neck , the body being yet still , our heart ceased to beat altogether - and we grew sick with hope when near enough to see the wild beauty of his eye . Unfolded ...
... hear our heart beating quick time in the desert ; at the turn- ing of his neck , the body being yet still , our heart ceased to beat altogether - and we grew sick with hope when near enough to see the wild beauty of his eye . Unfolded ...
Strana 23
... hear the league - long gabble that probably has winged its wedge - like way from the lakes , and marshes , not a feather on his head but was touched ; and dreary morasses of Siberia , from Lapland , and like a little white - sailed ...
... hear the league - long gabble that probably has winged its wedge - like way from the lakes , and marshes , not a feather on his head but was touched ; and dreary morasses of Siberia , from Lapland , and like a little white - sailed ...
Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Časté výrazy a frázy
Adam Morrison beauty beneath bird blessed bosom braes breath bright Brown Bess Christian Christopher North cliffs clouds Cockney cottage creatures Cruachan daugh dead death delight divine dream eagle earth eyes face fear feel feet felt flowers Furness Fells genius glen Glenlivet gloom glory grave green Hamish hand happy head hear heard heart heather heaven hills holy hour human imagination light living Loch look melan moor Moray Place morning mortal mountains Musidora nature never night once parish passion poem poet poetry racter round Sabbath Scotland Scottish season seems seen shadow shepherd silent silvan sing sitting sleep smile snow song soul spirit spring stars strong sublime sugh sunshine sweet tarn tears thee thing thou thought tion trees voice walk whole wild Windermere wings wonder woods words Wordsworth young youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 189 - For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep — and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil. All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed.
Strana 188 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Strana 136 - 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 256 - Child of the Sun, refulgent SUMMER comes, In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth : He comes attended by the sultry Hours, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way: While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring Averts her blushful face; and earth, and skies, All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.
Strana 47 - Now Spring returns ; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Strana 186 - ... to imbreed and cherish in a great people the seeds of virtue and public civility, to allay the perturbations of the mind, and set the affections in right tune ; to celebrate in glorious and lofty hymns the throne and equipage of God's almightiness, and what he works, and what he suffers to be wrought with high providence in his church...
Strana 150 - At the dead hour of night was heard the cry Of one in jeopardy. I rose, and ran To where the circling eddy of a pool Beneath the ford, us'd oft to bring within My reach whatever floating thing the stream Had caught.
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 - ... starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage virtue of the race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. Glad were the vales, and every cottage hearth ; The shepherd lord was honoured more and more ; And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The good Lord Clifford
Strana 186 - Thanksgiving, the most joyful of all holy effusions, yet addressed to a Being without passions, is confined to a few modes, and is to be felt rather than expressed. Repentance, trembling in the presence of the judge, is not at leisure for cadences and epithets. Supplication of man to man may diffuse itself through many topics of persuasion ; but supplication to God can only cry for mercy.