The Recreations of Christopher North [pseud.].Carey & Hart, 1852 - 307 strán (strany) |
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... night they the pea - bullet or barley - shot , formidable to face have all been swept down to the salt loch . and eyes ; nor yet unfelt , at six paces , by hin- In medio tutissimas ibis - ay , now you feel she der - end of playmate ...
... night they the pea - bullet or barley - shot , formidable to face have all been swept down to the salt loch . and eyes ; nor yet unfelt , at six paces , by hin- In medio tutissimas ibis - ay , now you feel she der - end of playmate ...
Strana 11
... night an old woman , that loves the dogs she dreads , and , hunt her as you will with a leash and a half of lightfoots , still returns at dark to the same form in the turf - dike of the garden of the mountain cottage . The children ...
... night an old woman , that loves the dogs she dreads , and , hunt her as you will with a leash and a half of lightfoots , still returns at dark to the same form in the turf - dike of the garden of the mountain cottage . The children ...
Strana 12
... night before - and of every day and night back to last Sunday , when probably you were prevented by the rain from going to Stand all still for a minute - for not a bush the height of our knee to break our view - and is not that ...
... night before - and of every day and night back to last Sunday , when probably you were prevented by the rain from going to Stand all still for a minute - for not a bush the height of our knee to break our view - and is not that ...
Strana 23
... night invisible , the gabble of a cloud of wild geese is sublime . Whence comes it - whither goes it for what end , and by what power im- pelled ! Reason sees not into the darkness of instinct and therefore the awe - struck heart of the ...
... night invisible , the gabble of a cloud of wild geese is sublime . Whence comes it - whither goes it for what end , and by what power im- pelled ! Reason sees not into the darkness of instinct and therefore the awe - struck heart of the ...
Strana 34
... night with little Ann in her bosom . At before these suspicions faded away , and with such times Ludovic was never from home , some they still existed in an invincible feeling and many a Sabbath he walked with ber of dislike or even ...
... night with little Ann in her bosom . At before these suspicions faded away , and with such times Ludovic was never from home , some they still existed in an invincible feeling and many a Sabbath he walked with ber of dislike or even ...
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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.