Rural sketches and poems, chiefly relating to ClevelandSimpkin & Marshall; Edinburgh, W. Tait; Stokesley, W. Braithwaite, Press, 1845 - Cleveland (England) - 80 pages |
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... scenery of the most romantic portion of the County of York , viz : Cleveland ; the Letters comprise memoranda of a tour made some years ago through Holland and part of Wales in company with my esteemed friend and preceptor , Robert Knox ...
... scenery of the most romantic portion of the County of York , viz : Cleveland ; the Letters comprise memoranda of a tour made some years ago through Holland and part of Wales in company with my esteemed friend and preceptor , Robert Knox ...
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... scenery , but still it commands a portion of the noble range of Cleveland Hills , which confer a dignity and picturesqueness upon this place which is only to be obtained through an approximation with the splendour or magnificence of ...
... scenery , but still it commands a portion of the noble range of Cleveland Hills , which confer a dignity and picturesqueness upon this place which is only to be obtained through an approximation with the splendour or magnificence of ...
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... truly delightful is the shelter . Landlady , a tankard of your best ale , and let us of those best of Havanahs . quietly luxuriate with a few The scenery , far as you can behold , and miles beyond , is the property of 22 ANGLIANA .
... truly delightful is the shelter . Landlady , a tankard of your best ale , and let us of those best of Havanahs . quietly luxuriate with a few The scenery , far as you can behold , and miles beyond , is the property of 22 ANGLIANA .
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... Scenery here - all is Nature's own handicraft , her own most precious needlework , painted by her best artist , the sun , -and fed by her own bountiful nurses , the breezes and the showers . Slow and tottering this year have been ...
... Scenery here - all is Nature's own handicraft , her own most precious needlework , painted by her best artist , the sun , -and fed by her own bountiful nurses , the breezes and the showers . Slow and tottering this year have been ...
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... scenery is finer from Highcliffe , than any other of our Yorkshire Hills , except Roseberry . The objects are almost the same , and scarcely less ex- tensive . There stands venerable Guisbrough , with its stately Priory and meek simple ...
... scenery is finer from Highcliffe , than any other of our Yorkshire Hills , except Roseberry . The objects are almost the same , and scarcely less ex- tensive . There stands venerable Guisbrough , with its stately Priory and meek simple ...
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Page 103 - The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy What makes the youth sae bashfu' an' sae grave; Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's respected like the lave, IX 0 happy love! where love like this is found; O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare, "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale Beneath...
Page 53 - ... hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us. Indeed, my good scholar, we may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of strawberries, " Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did...
Page 161 - And Boaz said unto her, At mealtime come thou hither, and eat of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar. And she sat beside the reapers: and he reached her parched corn, and she did eat, and was sufficed, and left.
Page 183 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 185 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 67 - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp— and what is writ, is writ; Would it were worthier; but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.
Page 73 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve ; And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind ! we are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.