Highways and Byways in HertfordshireMacmillan, 1902 - 348 páginas |
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... 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 rusted corpse is here at rest , My soul . . ak ...
... 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 rusted corpse is here at rest , My soul . . ak ...
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Página 331 - I in particular used to spend many hours by myself, in gazing upon the old busts of the twelve Caesars, that had been Emperors of Rome, till the old marble heads would seem to live again, or I to be turned into marble with them...
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Página 333 - twere to tell, How with a nobler zeal and warmer love She served her heavenly Master. I have seen That reverend form bent down with age, and pain, And rankling malady. Yet not for this Ceased she to praise her Maker, or withdrew Her trust in him, her faith and humble hope— So meekly had she learn'd to bear her cross— For she had studied patience in the school Of Christ, much comfort she had thence derived, And was a follower of the NAZARENE.
Página 15 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why ? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 86 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, What are you when the rose is blown...
Página 315 - Implored your highness' pardon and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed As 'twere a careless trifle.
Página 331 - Caesars, that had been emperors of Rome, till the old marble heads would seem to live again, or I to be turned into marble with them ; how I never could be tired with roaming...
Página 70 - It is a strange thing that, in sea voyages, where there is nothing to be seen but sky and sea, men should make diaries; but in land travel, wherein so much is to be observed, for the most part they omit it; as if chance were fitter to be registered than observation; let diaries therefore, be brought in use.
Página 46 - But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation...