Sketches of Lancashire Life and LocalitiesSimpkin, Marshall, and Company, 1857 - 247 páginas |
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... nature makes the whole world kin . " SECOND EDITION . SHAKSPERE . LONDON : SIMPKIN , MARSHALL , AND CO .; HOULSTON AND WRIGHT , PATERNOSTER ROW ; LIVERPOOL : G. PHILLIP AND SON ; MANCHESTER : ABEL HEYWOOD , 58 , OLDHAM STREET , AND 23 ...
... nature makes the whole world kin . " SECOND EDITION . SHAKSPERE . LONDON : SIMPKIN , MARSHALL , AND CO .; HOULSTON AND WRIGHT , PATERNOSTER ROW ; LIVERPOOL : G. PHILLIP AND SON ; MANCHESTER : ABEL HEYWOOD , 58 , OLDHAM STREET , AND 23 ...
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... nature , that to those who can discern the riches hidden under its quaint ver- nacular garb , it wears a perennial charm , in some degree akin to that which characterises the writings of such men as Cer- vantes and De Foe . And , in our ...
... nature , that to those who can discern the riches hidden under its quaint ver- nacular garb , it wears a perennial charm , in some degree akin to that which characterises the writings of such men as Cer- vantes and De Foe . And , in our ...
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... nature's evening comments on the fuming shows and yanities of man . " The glare of daylight is naturally fitted for bustle and business , but such an eventide as this looked the very native hour of devout thought , and recovery from the ...
... nature's evening comments on the fuming shows and yanities of man . " The glare of daylight is naturally fitted for bustle and business , but such an eventide as this looked the very native hour of devout thought , and recovery from the ...
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... nature , are impelled in the pursuit of knowledge by pure love of it , for its own sake , and not by sordid aims . The New Town Hall is the central building of this fine pile . The fresh nap was not yet worn off it ; and , of course ...
... nature , are impelled in the pursuit of knowledge by pure love of it , for its own sake , and not by sordid aims . The New Town Hall is the central building of this fine pile . The fresh nap was not yet worn off it ; and , of course ...
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... nature to fall into some Roundhead rank , and do a stroke or two , the best I could , for that cause . When a lad at school I had this feeling : and , as I pored over the history of that period , sometimes by the light of the fire , for ...
... nature to fall into some Roundhead rank , and do a stroke or two , the best I could , for that cause . When a lad at school I had this feeling : and , as I pored over the history of that period , sometimes by the light of the fire , for ...
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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.