Sketches of Lancashire Life and LocalitiesWhittaker & Company, 1855 - 260 páginas |
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... green valleys and silent glens , among these hills , communing with my own heart , and with the " shapes , and sounds , and shifting elements " of nature , in many a quiet trance of meditative joy ; where the serenity of the scene was ...
... green valleys and silent glens , among these hills , communing with my own heart , and with the " shapes , and sounds , and shifting elements " of nature , in many a quiet trance of meditative joy ; where the serenity of the scene was ...
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... green , which canopied the lonely stream , so thickly , that the flood of sunshine which washed all the tree - tops of the wood in gold , only stole into the deeps in little solitary , fitful threads ; and hardly gave a warmer tinge to ...
... green , which canopied the lonely stream , so thickly , that the flood of sunshine which washed all the tree - tops of the wood in gold , only stole into the deeps in little solitary , fitful threads ; and hardly gave a warmer tinge to ...
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... green holms and dells , which are mostly watered by rambling rivulets , from the moorland heights which bound the township on the east . There is also , a beautiful lake , three miles in circumference , filling a green valley , up in ...
... green holms and dells , which are mostly watered by rambling rivulets , from the moorland heights which bound the township on the east . There is also , a beautiful lake , three miles in circumference , filling a green valley , up in ...
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... green hills , by the lonely old farm house , called Peanock , " and , skirting along the edge of this quiet lake , -upon whose waters I have spent many a happy summer day , alone , -up the lofty moorside beyond , to this well - known ...
... green hills , by the lonely old farm house , called Peanock , " and , skirting along the edge of this quiet lake , -upon whose waters I have spent many a happy summer day , alone , -up the lofty moorside beyond , to this well - known ...
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... green cloughs , and dells , and 66 " Shallow rivers , by whose falls , Melodious birds sing madrigals , " which will repay him for his pains . And then , if he be a Lan- cashire man , and a lover of genius , let him go to Milnrow- it ...
... green cloughs , and dells , and 66 " Shallow rivers , by whose falls , Melodious birds sing madrigals , " which will repay him for his pains . And then , if he be a Lan- cashire man , and a lover of genius , let him go to Milnrow- it ...
Termos e frases comuns
ancient appearance arms bank beauty began Boggart building Bury called character church clear close Clough considerable cottage district Edge England fields green Hall hand head heart Heywood hills hour inhabitants interesting John Jone kind known Lancashire land leads leave light living lonely look Lord Manchester manufacturing Mary miles mills mind moor moorland native nature neighbourhood neighbouring never night once parish passed poor population present quaint quiet residence respecting rest rise road Rochdale round runs scene seemed seen side situated sometimes soon sound South stands stone stood tell things thought took town trees turn valley village walked whole wild wind woods young
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Página 75 - 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 73 - 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
Página 208 - I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few and cheap elements! Give me health and a day, and I will...
Página 74 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 74 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
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Página 233 - Under the Greenwood Tree Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, 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...
Página 74 - 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 ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid...
Página 75 - 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 41 - My sledge and hammer lie reclined, 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.