A Leisurely Tour in EnglandMacmillan, 1913 - 400 páginas |
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abbey Aberdovey amongst ancient beautiful BOARSTALL TOWER Boscobel building BUILDWAS ABBEY built carved castle charm church churchyard Cirencester Claverham clerk coaching inn Cotswolds cottage Cricklade curious delightful discovered door doorway England exclaimed fancy fish Frensham Pond garden green grey half-timber HAUGHMOND ABBEY heard hills hostelry inscription interest Jacobean journey king land landlord lane LILLESHALL ABBEY lonely look Machynlleth Madeley Madeley Court miles moated monks motor-car never night noticed old coaching old house old-fashioned once perhaps photograph picturesque pleasant pond quaint quiet remote Richard Jefferies river road romance roof round ruins scenery seems seen SHIPTON-UNDER-WYCHWOOD side signpost solitude spot stone stood story Sussex thing thought to-day told took tower town tramp traveller trees village walls Watling Street West Hoathly whilst wild wind wonder woods Wootton Bassett
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Página 86 - Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round. Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place...
Página 33 - Pass, pass who will, yon chantry door; And through the chink in the fractured floor Look down, and see a griesly sight; A vault where the bodies are buried upright ! There face by face, and hand by hand, The Claphams and Mauleverers stand...
Página 372 - Ah, dismal-soul'd! The winds of heaven blew, the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves — ye felt it not. The blue Bared its eternal bosom, and the dew Of summer night collected still to make The morning precious: Beauty was awake! Why were ye not awake? But ye were dead To things ye knew not of, — were closely wed To musty laws lined out with wretched rule...
Página 256 - This stony register is for his bones ; His fame is more perpetual than these stones : And his own goodness, with himself being gone, Shall live when earthly monument is none. " Written on the west end thereof. " Not monumental stone preserves our fame, Nor sky-aspiring pyramids our name. The memory of him for whom this stands Shall out-live marble and defacers' hands. When all to time's consumption shall be given, Stanley, for whom this stands, shall stand in heaven.
Página 4 - Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd," that I absent myself from the town for a while, without feeling at a loss the moment I am left by myself. Instead of a friend in a post-chaise or in a Tilbury, to exchange good things with and vary the same stale topics over again, for once let me have a truce with impertinence. Give me the clear blue sky over my head and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner — and then to thinking!
Página 375 - Ye gentle birds, that perch aloof, And smooth your pinions on my roof, Preparing for departure hence Ere winter's angry threats commence ; Like you my soul would smooth her plume For longer flights beyond the tomb. " May God, by whom is seen and heard Departing man and wandering bird, In mercy mark us for His own And guide us to the land unknown!
Página 375 - My bellows, too, have lost their wind; . My fire's extinct, my forge decayed, And in the dust my vice is laid. My coal is spent, my iron's gone, My nails are drove, my work is done ; My fire-dried corpse lies here at rest, And, smoke-like, soars up to be bless'd.
Página 130 - The Tragedies gathered by Jhon Bochas of all such Princes as fell from theyr Estates throughe the Mutability of Fortune since the creation of Adam until his time ; wherin may be seen what vices bring menne to destruccion, wyth notable warninges howe the like may be avoyded. Translated into English by John Lidgate, Monke of Burye.
Página 384 - On! on! through meadows, managed like a garden, A paradise of hops and high production ; For, after years of travel by a bard in Countries of greater heat, but lesser suction, A green field is a sight which makes him pardon The absence of that more sublime construction, Which mixes up vines — olives — precipices- — Glaciers — volcanoes — oranges and ices.
Página 201 - We saw Hawkestone, the seat of Sir Rowland Hill ," and were conducted by Miss Hill over a large tract of rocks and woods; a region abounding with striking scenes and terrific grandeur. We were always on the brink of a precipice, or at the foot of a lofty rock; but the steeps were seldom naked : in many places, oaks of uncommon magnitude shot up from the crannies of stone; and where there were no trees, there were underwoods and bushes.