Sketches of Lancashire Life and LocalitiesSimpkin, Marshall, and Company, 1857 - 247 páginas |
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... teem with significant features , which , if caught up and truthfully represented , might , perhaps , be useful to the next generation . E. W. Manchester . CONTENTS . RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE THE COTTAGE OF viii PREFACE .
... teem with significant features , which , if caught up and truthfully represented , might , perhaps , be useful to the next generation . E. W. Manchester . CONTENTS . RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE THE COTTAGE OF viii PREFACE .
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Edwin Waugh. CONTENTS . RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE THE COTTAGE OF TIM BOBBIN , AND THE VILLAGE OF MILNROW · • HIGHWAYS AND BYEWAYS , FROM ROCHDALE TO THE TOP OF BLACKSTONE EDGE THE TOWN OF HEYWOOD , AND ITS NEIGHBOURHOOD PAGE 11 40 ...
Edwin Waugh. CONTENTS . RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE THE COTTAGE OF TIM BOBBIN , AND THE VILLAGE OF MILNROW · • HIGHWAYS AND BYEWAYS , FROM ROCHDALE TO THE TOP OF BLACKSTONE EDGE THE TOWN OF HEYWOOD , AND ITS NEIGHBOURHOOD PAGE 11 40 ...
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... cottages . But my reflections took another direction . At " The Derby , " there , thought I , will be supplied - to anybody who can com- mand " the one thing needful , " - sumptuous eating and drink- ing , fine linen , and downy beds ...
... cottages . But my reflections took another direction . At " The Derby , " there , thought I , will be supplied - to anybody who can com- mand " the one thing needful , " - sumptuous eating and drink- ing , fine linen , and downy beds ...
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... cottage door closed again , the fireside picture was gone , and I was alone on the silent road , with the clear stars looking down . I generally put off my meals till I get a hint from the inside ; and , by the time that I reached the ...
... cottage door closed again , the fireside picture was gone , and I was alone on the silent road , with the clear stars looking down . I generally put off my meals till I get a hint from the inside ; and , by the time that I reached the ...
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... to serve her and obey ; Binding herself by statute to secure For all her children whom her soil maintains , The rudiments of letters . " 40 THE COTTAGE OF TIM BOBBIN , AND THE VILLAGE RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE . 39.
... to serve her and obey ; Binding herself by statute to secure For all her children whom her soil maintains , The rudiments of letters . " 40 THE COTTAGE OF TIM BOBBIN , AND THE VILLAGE RAMBLE FROM BURY TO ROCHDALE . 39.
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Página 241 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Awaits alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 242 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Página 220 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed...
Página 241 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 211 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets-- Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Página 189 - Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous. The dawn is my Assyria; the sunset and moonrise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon shall be my England of the senses and the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and dreams.
Página 243 - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 243 - Art is long and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Página 242 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.