Lancashire SketchesSimpkin, Marshall, 1869 - 309 páginas |
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... close to Conishead Park , high upon a fertile elbow of land , the base of which is washed on two sides by the waters of Morecambe Bay . It is an old hamlet , of about fifty houses , nearly all in one wandering street , which begins at ...
... close to Conishead Park , high upon a fertile elbow of land , the base of which is washed on two sides by the waters of Morecambe Bay . It is an old hamlet , of about fifty houses , nearly all in one wandering street , which begins at ...
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... close to the sea , and commands a fine view of the bay , and of its opposite shores , for nearly forty miles . About a mile west of the village , Birkrigg rises high above green pastures and leafy dells that lap his feet in beauty ...
... close to the sea , and commands a fine view of the bay , and of its opposite shores , for nearly forty miles . About a mile west of the village , Birkrigg rises high above green pastures and leafy dells that lap his feet in beauty ...
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... close the evening of his life in this retired nest . Here , too , all was still , except the measured sound of a shoemaker's hammer , ringing out from the open door of a cottage , where " Cappel " sat at his bench , beating time upon a ...
... close the evening of his life in this retired nest . Here , too , all was still , except the measured sound of a shoemaker's hammer , ringing out from the open door of a cottage , where " Cappel " sat at his bench , beating time upon a ...
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... close to where he had left me . " I got into it , and , pulling my hat over my eyes to shade the sun away , I lay down on my back and listened to the birds in Conishead Park . It was something more than a quarter of an hour before he ...
... close to where he had left me . " I got into it , and , pulling my hat over my eyes to shade the sun away , I lay down on my back and listened to the birds in Conishead Park . It was something more than a quarter of an hour before he ...
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... close to the town , and upon the banks of the old course of the river Irwell . Immediately below the eminence , upon which the castle once stood , a low tract of ground , of considerable extent , stretches away from below the ...
... close to the town , and upon the banks of the old course of the river Irwell . Immediately below the eminence , upon which the castle once stood , a low tract of ground , of considerable extent , stretches away from below the ...
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abeawt afore ancient aw'll aw'm aw've Bamford Bardsea beautiful began Blackley Blackstone Edge Bobbin Boggart Buckley Buckley Hall Bury Byron called Cheshire church Clegg Hall Clough cottage Crumpsall deawn district eawt Flixton Fylde garden getten green Grislehurst Hall hamlet heaw heawse Heywood hills Hooley Bridge Humphrey Chetham i'th inhabitants John Collier Jone land Littleborough living lonely look Manchester manor manufacturing meadows miles Milnrow moor moorland native neaw neighbourhood neighbouring never noan nook Norbreck o'th parish picturesque pleasant Port Erin quaint quiet road Rochdale Rostherne round Samuel Bamford scene side Smallbridge sometimes spot stands stone stood Stretford theer there's things thought Tim Bobbin Tim's town trees Urmston vale valley village walked wandered Wardleworth weel wheer wild wind window woods yo'n
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Página 241 - 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 188 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Página 240 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 70 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man. Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Página 240 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Página 188 - Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain winds be free To blow against thee: and, in after years...
Página 240 - 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 240 - 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, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 281 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 195 - 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.