Bracebridge Hall; Or, The Humorists, Band 2J. Murray, 1822 - 404 Seiten |
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... hearts . He is perfectly at ease about his own dignity and the respect of those around him ; nothing disgusts him sooner than any appearance of fawning or sycophancy . I really have seen no display of royal state that could compare with ...
... hearts . He is perfectly at ease about his own dignity and the respect of those around him ; nothing disgusts him sooner than any appearance of fawning or sycophancy . I really have seen no display of royal state that could compare with ...
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... heart like a very pebble stone , having hard work to repress a smile while Master Simon was putting on the amorous swain , uttering every now and then a sigh , and endeavouring to look sentimental and me- lancholy . All that I recollect ...
... heart like a very pebble stone , having hard work to repress a smile while Master Simon was putting on the amorous swain , uttering every now and then a sigh , and endeavouring to look sentimental and me- lancholy . All that I recollect ...
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... heart carved on the bark of one of the trees : but which , in the process of time , had grown out into a large excrescence : and he showed me a lock of her hair , which he wore in a true lover's knot , in a large gold brooch . I have ...
... heart carved on the bark of one of the trees : but which , in the process of time , had grown out into a large excrescence : and he showed me a lock of her hair , which he wore in a true lover's knot , in a large gold brooch . I have ...
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... heart bleed to see all our fine streams dammed up and bestrode by cotton mills ; our valleys smoking with steam- engines , and the din of the hammer and the loom scaring away all our rural delights . What's to become of merry old ...
... heart bleed to see all our fine streams dammed up and bestrode by cotton mills ; our valleys smoking with steam- engines , and the din of the hammer and the loom scaring away all our rural delights . What's to become of merry old ...
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... heart , on what were once its feudal domains of verdant and beautiful coun- try . Sir , I beheld a mere campus phlegræ ; a region of fire ; reeking with coal - pits , and furnaces , and smelting - houses , vomiting forth flames and ...
... heart , on what were once its feudal domains of verdant and beautiful coun- try . Sir , I beheld a mere campus phlegræ ; a region of fire ; reeking with coal - pits , and furnaces , and smelting - houses , vomiting forth flames and ...
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ancient Annette Anthony's nose Antony Vander Heyden beautiful bosom brought chapel cheerful crew dame dance delight doctor Dolph Heyliger door dream Dutch endeavoured English Eugene fairy fancy father favour fearful feelings flowers fond friends gipsy girl goblin gossiping green Hall hand Haunted House head heard heart Heer Antony hobgoblin Honfleur honour household housekeeper humour kind Lady Lillycraft listened look lover Lower Normandy mansion Master Simon May-day May-pole ment mind morning mother neighbourhood neighbouring never night old Christy passed Pays d'Auge Peter de Groodt Phoebe Wilkins Pont L'Eveque poor racter Ready-money Jack recollect river ROGER ASCHAM rookery rooks round sail scene seemed seen ship sight Slingsby sloop spirit squire squire's stood story strange tale talk thing thought Tibbets tion took town trees turned village voyage wedding whole window worthy young
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Seite 43 - And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Seite 223 - Barbara : She was in love, and he she loved proved mad And did forsake her : she had a song of ' willow ; ' An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it...
Seite 184 - 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.
Seite 191 - I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho! By wells and rills, in meadows green, We nightly dance our heyday guise; And to our fairy king and queen We chant our moonlight minstrelsies.
Seite 297 - Bull-hill seemed to bellow back the storm. For a time the scudding rack and mist, and the sheeted rain, almost hid the landscape from the sight. There was a fearful gloom, illumined still more fearfully by the streams of lightning which glittered among the rain-drops.
Seite 17 - Go, lovely rose, tell her that wastes her time and me ;" and then, leaning against the window, and looking upon the landscape, he uttered a very audible sigh. As I had not been accustomed to see Master Simon in a pensive mood, I thought there might be some vexation preying on his mind, and...
Seite 50 - Proissart: the May-pole on the margin of that poetic stream completed the illusion. My fancy adorned it with wreaths of flowers, and peopled the green bank with all the dancing revelry of May-day. The mere sight of this May-pole gave a glow to my feelings, and spread a charm over the country for the rest of the day; and as I traversed a part of the fair plains of Cheshire and the beautiful borders of Wales, and looked from among swelling hills down a long green valley, through which the Deva wound...
Seite 120 - The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. W'hen day is gane, and night is come, And a...
Seite 45 - Happy the age, and harmlesse were the dayes, (For then true love and amity was found) When every village did a May-pole raise, And Whitson-ales and May-games did abound : And all the lusty yonkers, in a rout, With merry lasses daunc'd the rod about, Then Friendship to their banquets bid the guests, And poore men far'd the better for their feasts.
Seite 323 - Pelt screwed his mouth closer together, and said nothing; upon which some shook their heads, and others shrugged their shoulders. The ship was now repeatedly hailed, but made no reply, and passing by the fort, stood on up the Hudson. A gun was brought to bear on her, and, with some difficulty, loaded and fired by Hans Van Pelt, the garrison not being expert in artillery. The shot seemed absolutely to pass through the ship, and to skip along the water on the other side, but no notice was taken of...