Kidd's Own Journal, Volum 3 |
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Pàgina 331
But for an unrivalled poetical description of extraordinary yew trees , we are indebted to the muse of Wordsworth :There is a yew tree , pride of Lorton Vale , Which to this day stands single in the midst Of its own darkness , as it ...
But for an unrivalled poetical description of extraordinary yew trees , we are indebted to the muse of Wordsworth :There is a yew tree , pride of Lorton Vale , Which to this day stands single in the midst Of its own darkness , as it ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 276 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapprov'd, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Pàgina 364 - For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. Now if I do that I would not, it is no more I that I do it, but sin that dwelleth in me.
Pàgina 352 - The longer I live, the more I am certain that the great difference between men,— between the feeble and the powerful, the great and the insignificant, is energy — invincible determination. A purpose once fixed ; and then, — death or victory. That quality will do anything that can be done in this world ; and no talents, no circumstances, no opportunities, will make a two-legged creature a man without it.
Pàgina 80 - The cheerful haunts of man ; to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Pàgina 364 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Pàgina 133 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year.
Pàgina 334 - Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; — there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship ; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.
Pàgina 76 - A silent tarn below ; Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, Remote from public road or dwelling, Pathway or cultivated land, From trace of human foot or hand.
Pàgina 337 - Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost divine in its infinity, its appeal to what is immortal in us, is as distinct, as its ministry of chastisement ' or of blessing to what is mortal is essential.
Pàgina 133 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.