Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the AlmanackSherwood, Gilbert and Piper, 1828 |
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Pàgina 27
... Wood- pigeons are killed , in great numbers , in cabbage and turnip fields by day , and by moonlight are shot in the trees where they roost . Larks frequent stubbles in vast flocks , and are destroyed by gun , net , and other devices ...
... Wood- pigeons are killed , in great numbers , in cabbage and turnip fields by day , and by moonlight are shot in the trees where they roost . Larks frequent stubbles in vast flocks , and are destroyed by gun , net , and other devices ...
Pàgina 29
... woods are filled with a silent splen- dour ; the dark boles , here and there contrasting strongly with the white and sparkling drapery of the boughs above , among which the birds fly , scattering the rime around them in snowy showers ...
... woods are filled with a silent splen- dour ; the dark boles , here and there contrasting strongly with the white and sparkling drapery of the boughs above , among which the birds fly , scattering the rime around them in snowy showers ...
Pàgina 58
... woods — a sound as of vast and tempestuous seas ! What poetical spirit can hear it without being influenced by incommunicable sensa- tions , and ideas of power , majesty , and the stupen- dous energies of the elements ! Oh ! storm and ...
... woods — a sound as of vast and tempestuous seas ! What poetical spirit can hear it without being influenced by incommunicable sensa- tions , and ideas of power , majesty , and the stupen- dous energies of the elements ! Oh ! storm and ...
Pàgina 59
... woods Were all in morrice dance . There's mystery in these sounds , and I Love not to have the grave disturbed ; And dismal trains arise From the unpeopled tombs . Spirits , I pray ye , let them sleep Peaceful in their cold graves , nor ...
... woods Were all in morrice dance . There's mystery in these sounds , and I Love not to have the grave disturbed ; And dismal trains arise From the unpeopled tombs . Spirits , I pray ye , let them sleep Peaceful in their cold graves , nor ...
Pàgina 68
... woods : if a priest comes , send him about his business ; if a capucin , give him a slice of bread ; if a thief , give him a good beating : shake your torches , & c . ' While the procession is going its rounds , the mistress of the farm ...
... woods : if a priest comes , send him about his business ; if a capucin , give him a slice of bread ; if a thief , give him a good beating : shake your torches , & c . ' While the procession is going its rounds , the mistress of the farm ...
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Pàgina 262 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter : There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Pàgina 263 - Give back the lost and lovely ! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long ! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song ! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown — But all is not thine own.
Pàgina 261 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Pàgina 159 - Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell ! They have tales of the joyous woods to tell — Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky, And the bright world shut from his languid eye ; They will bear him a thought of the sunny hours, And the dream of his youth.
Pàgina 36 - Save, Lord, or we perish." St. Matt. viii. 25. through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker :
Pàgina 266 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown...
Pàgina 266 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Pàgina 84 - Bound upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is He ? By the eyes so pale and dim, Streaming- blood, and writhing limb, By the flesh with scourges torn, By the crown of twisted thorn, By the side so deeply pierced, By the baffled burning thirst, By the drooping death-dewed brow, Son of Man ! 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou.
Pàgina 108 - Reader, if thou meetest one of these small gentry in thy early rambles, it is good to give him a penny. It is better to give him twopence.
Pàgina 159 - Bring flowers, pale flowers, o'er the bier to shed, A crown for the brow of the early dead ! For this through its leaves hath the white rose burst, For this in the woods was the violet nursed ! Though they smile in vain for what once was ours, They are love's last gift; — bring ye flowers, pale flowers.